Legenda Overlorzilor, autor Dorina Brandusa Landen, Emanuel Pope

DORINA BRÂNDUŞA LANDÉN EMANUEL POPE The Legend of the Everlasting Overlords and of a Golden Ark Legenda Overlorzilor Timpului fără de Moarte și a Chivotului de Aur Legenden om den Eviga Tidens Överherrar och den Gyllene Ark SAGA Publishing 2018

Cover and art: Joni StoianCopyright © Dorina Brândușa Landen& Emanuel Pope, 2018 2

Dorina Brândușa Landen Emanuel Pope The Legend of the Everlasting Overlords and of a Golden Ark Legenda Overlorzilor Timpului fără de Moarte și a Chivotului de Aur Legenden om den Eviga Tidens Överherrar och den Gyllene Arken 3

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The Legend of the Everlasting Overlords and of a Golden Ark Epic poem in five parts byDorina Brândușa Landen and Emanuel Pope Translated in English by Daniela Bullas 5

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PrologueThis is the retelling of events that occurredlong before Titan's rise on earth, in a universethat was never known at the same time as theuniverse we live in today and there, at first,were not only gods but also humans. 7

I LamentChorus: There is no mystery in the field of TimeThat doesn’t conceal another mystery.Some say they’ve diedOthers say they're about to die.Persona: Surely a signal is transmitted to us in allstifled, denied as a perpetual withdrawal ofhuman dignitysuspended in the silence of this savagery,somehow identical to us -they are in the middle of the distancebetween the fiery sky 8

and all that lies beneath -with their hearts hoveringin a vortex of explosionsstrike and weaken the power of death.Their myth of wingsappears to fall nowbecause of usupon us.Chorus: There is no mystery in the field of TimeThat doesn’t conceal another mystery.Some say they’ve diedOthers say they're about to die.The Overlords: We are the relentless grooms ofthe roadtraveling for thousands of years tirelesslyin the dust that came out of our footstepsnations of ants have built their empiresand over their homes and lives just as much timeof heavy sleep fell on. 9

We are not listening to their crying nor to theircalling and we never looked back to a worldtangled in shadows,as the wind doesn't look back to what tosses intothe steppe,as the sea doesn't hear how the shore mournswhen it moves its body.For us only clear things make any sense,to justify the geometry of stars in the nightand above all, our queen, the Moon,flesh and blood from whichwe are the only ones born with life:The Everlasting OverlordsChorus: There is no mystery in the field of TimeThat doesn’t conceal another mystery.Some say they’ve diedOthers say they're about to die. 10

The Overlords: From here,from the height of our fatewe see happy constellations,but below... an exhausted earthby endless deaths,no murmur of resistance from youlazy fading embersover mountains of boneslike mountains of houses,into uproar and turmoil riversebbing and flowing againonly Uranus and the Moonwith their light and darknessstill shine across the waters. 11

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Persona: The world is round and of courserotates ... and in its rotation 14

the robes of our multiple differences areburning!It beats, smashes, burns and stifles.fire, law and order. Which one do we know it's close to us? The massacre of mind in front of matter crumbs it all until the spirit locks it up and then the Sun-Lord will send us all, me and your dinosaurs beyond wraith-world. Chorus: There is no mystery in the field of Time That doesn’t conceal another mystery. 15

Some say they’ve died Others say they're about to die. II The Golden Ark of the Sun-LordThe Overlords: Here we are burning,two globes through unencumbered spacesbringing a white mist over your landcovering the blood of the soldier and theploughmankneading clay into clayand of fire pouring out fire.Always driven through the darkby wounds that haven't been healed yetalways up and running.Oh, Man, tell meof your stench of flesh 16

and all this ashtrampled by your solesof the houses which yourself have lit themwhen the fierce beast hidden in your chest willdie?Persona: Your words are likethe call of the waterspout - misunderstood tous!In front of them, we are always powerless.The words are for my brothers,none but confessors of scattering life on earthis felt in their power, as for their strengthwe don't have a clue.The Overlords: There are fibres that are notseen in your mind's eyeand a thousand times thinnerand another thousand timesthinner than a spider's silk 17

and in their density all Lord's creation iswoven.Death is just one of them,and their number is so greatthat it had to be chiselled out of firein '' The Book of Beginnings and Ends of theWorld ''now tucked away behind a thousand gates andlatcheswithin the Golden Ark of the Sun-Lordguarded there from the furyof our terrible father, Uranus.Chorus: There is no mystery in the field of TimeThat doesn’t conceal another mystery.Persona: This much! Just the sound of yourwordsever makes it to us, but not their meanings.Here, of course, we are playing toowith the shape and size of the words, 18

but none of our bardscould ever explainthe significance of their appearance,it will be concealed foreverand ever in your allegorical speak.Chorus: There is no mystery in the field of TimeThat doesn’t conceal another mystery.The Overlords: The thrust of our wingslike the ache that tightens you in chainsthey spring from the same mountain.Traveling forever, we, also, is dreaming ofpeace.Persona: you are talking of peace and pain,but what are those for youwhen the Moon with its lightwill ease all your longings and fears?We are dressed up by its glare 19

only with its coldness and hungry of calling who ever heard it replying?!Like the grain in ear ripen in a defenceless field when Time diligently reaps young and old of our flesh. The Overlords: Enough! Enough! with your inherited weakness you quarrel even between words. You're tormented and we are aware of the injustice being done to you following the creation and maybe that's why you will never understand neither the sacrifice nor the gift what hides its secret. More definitely the sun has scattered its powers of no avail! We are the relentless grooms of the road 20

traveling for thousands of years tirelessly in the dust that came out of our footsteps nations of ants have built their empiresand over their homes and lives just as much time of heavy sleep fell on. We are not listening to their crying nor to your calling and never looked back to the world tangled in shadows, as the wind doesn't look back to what tosses into the steppe, as the sea doesn't hear how the shore mourns when it moves its body. For us only clear things make any sense, to justify the geometry of stars in the night and above all, our queen, the Moon, flesh and blood from which we are the only ones born with life: The Everlasting Overlords. 21

and we'll get the things right on the right sideof the riverbed:You're going to be immortal!We'll cut our father with a swordand a thread of deathwhat hides it in its coffer.Chorus: There is no mystery in the field of TimeThat doesn’t conceal another mystery.Some say they’ve diedOthers say they're about to die. 22

III The Overlords’ Fight with their father, Uranus, in the Sun PalacePersona: From now on. all goesinto a raging firekissing the dustwhile we are here,wide-eyed towards the impenetrable skyswishing slowly under a dazzling rainand in a flash of sunrays one hearsa murmurhow life is fulfilled even in deathand we are born again and againmelting past and present with lovelike dewpure drops after melting the nightliving in the starlightof a single moment of supreme happiness. 23

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Chorus: In the seething of a white sunOn glass-like carved stairsDemons are climbing, spirits are fallingAs the twilight of the world descendsOn a contended body, a dishevelled shadow.There is no mystery in the field of Timethat doesn’t conceal another mystery,some say they’ve diedothers say they're about to die.One Overlord: ... up there is the place where thetyrant hidesat once, let's go to him in the towerand once we get there with the swords in front ofhimyou Demons and you Spirits of the Earth, 27

don't forget why actually we started this:DEATH OF URANUS!Come along and be ruthlessI tell you... as one of his own children!Chorus: In the tower where it was not heardAny sound for centuriesThrowing themselves madIn flight of eaglesCrowds of earth tone spiritsHitting the stones with their metal claws areclimbing upAnd under the burden of their violencefall under the shieldsthe armies of angels.Dense shadows replace the lightupon chests sadistically crushed between the tasksof flintit seems like it starts to snow with a soft ash 28

a godly pain, though nothing comforts hernot even the wind shakes it nor quenches it.Uranus: ...I hear drawing closer the steps of myenemieson the stairs of peace and quiet langsynesoon my death will flourish, too,and all eternitieslike a sea in another seashall be uncovered out of their laboursand they'll free me....but I can't wait for the endcoming from my children's lance.Forgive me, Zeus!but my heart is too weak,but not the hand that served youwith it I will fulfil nowthe desire of those who have loved meand now they just want me dead. 29

...Oh!too late, they will understandthe terrible secret of the Golden Arkand the price of people's immortality.I set. 30

IV The Dungeon of ImmortalityChorus: There is no mystery in the field of Timethat doesn’t conceal another mystery.some say they’ve come back to lifeothers are complaining about not dyingPersona: the sky is adornedwith thousands of white starsand the footsteps surround them ungainlythrough the mist when they are daringwith limping cadencesjust the tempest is howling in peoplethe verse of feud and vortexes.how blind is world,at rest, so trivial:only wars lie ahead,we'd better all stay 31

mortal peoples!In the eye of the universe,there is no limit,our hands bloom in redour mouths are full of blood, 32

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and we are not dying ... we don't dieIt's a stuffy hell in the dungeonin which the Sun-Lord has locked us up,thou shalt not feelthe bite of time and of bygone.The Overlords: We are the relentless grooms ofthe road traveling for thousands of yearstirelessly in the dust that came out of ourfootstepsa nation of gods has built their much-dreamedcitadel and over their homes and lives just asmuch time a deep sleep fell upon.We are not listening to their crying nor to theircalling and never looked back to the worldtangled in shadows, as the wind doesn't lookback to what tosses into the steppe,as the sea doesn't hear how the shore mournswhen it moves its body.For us only clear things make any sense, 34

to justify the geometry of stars in the nightand above all, our queen, the Moon,flesh and blood from whichwe are the only ones born with life:The Everlasting Overlords.Chorus: Some grasses wither, yet other sprout- though alive unaccomplished volumes-peaks tumble down, another emergingand henceforth to the depths are flowingthrough gullies new wavesand with themfrom place to place pop upother fibreswashing away the glories of immortalitywith death. 35

V EpilogueChorus: the wise men and the bards have gonemad at the end of the night seeing the slaughterthat followed the bold-faced signs lie andwonders perish in the nocturnal scene smallpeople like ants, escaped from the fortifiedcitadelcrawling as the blind worms, as the deaf stonestriking out to the right and to the left with thesteel blade nothing stops themnot even the cry of their own brother or sisterin a Hecatomb of fleshthe hour has come for their rebirthof the belief that outside the citadellight gestatesknocking shylyat the gates of the dead. 36

There is no mystery in the field of Time That doesn’t conceal another mystery. Some say they’ve diedOthers say they’ve risen for the second time but, the Story is endless……………… 37

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Legenda Overlorzilor Timpului fără de Moarte și a Chivotului de Aur Poem epic în cinci părți de Dorina Brândușa Landen și Emanuel Pope 39

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PrologAceasta este repovestirea unor întâmplări petrecutecu mult, mult înainte de apariția Titanilor pePământ, într-un univers care nu a cunoscutniciodată același timp cu cel al universului în caretrăim azi și-n care au existat încă la început nunumai zei dar și oameni. I LamentChorus: Nu-i nicio taină în câmpul TimpuluiCare să nu ascundă altă taină.Unii spun că ei au muritAlţii spun că sunt pe cale să moară..Persona: Cu siguranţă un semnal ni se transmiteîn toateînăbuşit, negat ca o perpetuă retragere ademnităţii umanesuspendaţi în tăcerea acestei sălbăticii, 41

într-un fel identici cu noi –ei sunt la mijlocul distanţeidintre cerul învăpăiatşi tot ce se află dedesubt –cu inimile lor plutindîntr-un vârtej de exploziilovesc şi slăbesc puterea morții.Mitul lor de aripipare însă a cădea acumdin vina noastrăpeste noi.Chorus: Nu-i nicio taină în câmpul TimpuluiCare să nu ascundă altă taină.Unii spun că ei au muritAlţii spun că sunt pe cale să moară..The Overlords: Noi suntem mirii neobosiți aidrumuluide mii de ani călătorim și nu cunoaștem tihnă 42

în praful stârnit în urma pașilor noștripopoare de furnici și-au construit imperiiși-n tot atâta timp peste casele și viețile lorsomn greu s-a așternut.Noi nu ascultăm nici plânsul, nici chemarea lorși nu privim o clipă înapoi spre lumea încâlcită-numbre,așa cum vântu’ nu privește spre ce aruncă-nstepă,iar marea când își mișcă trupul n-aude cumjelește țărmul.Pentru noi doar lucrurile clare au o noimă,dreptatea precum geometria stelelor în noapteiar peste toate, regina noastră, Luna,din sângele și carnea căreianumai noi suntem născuți cu viață:Overlorzii Timpului fără de MoarteChorus: Nu-i nicio taină în câmpul TimpuluiCare să nu ascundă altă taină. 43

Unii spun că ei au muritAlţii spun că sunt pe cale să moară.The Overlords: De aici,din înaltul menirii noastrenoi vedem constelaţiile fericiteşi jos…pământul cum e istovitde nesfârşitele decesurinici murmur de împotrivire dinspre voiși jarul păleşte încetpeste munţi de oaseca munți de case,în tumultul fluviilor ce se duc,revin și iarăși se petrecdoar Uranus și cu Lunacu lumina și-ntunericul lormai strălucesc peste ape. 44

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Persona: Lumea e rotundă și desigurse roteşte...și în rotirea eiard straiele multiplelor noastre deosebiri!Bate, izbeşte, arde și înăbuşă.foc, lege și ordine.Care să știm că ne este aproape?Masacrul minţii în fața materieifărămiţează totulpână ce spiritul se zăvoreșteși atunci Zeul-Soarene va trimite pe toți,pe mine şi pe dinozaurii tăifantasme dincolo de lume.Chorus: Nu-i nicio taină în câmpul TimpuluiCare să nu ascundă altă taină.Unii spun că ei au muritAlţii spun că sunt pe cale să moară. 47

II Chivotul de Aur al Zeului-SoareThe Overlords: Iată-ne arzând,două globuri prin necuprinse spațiipeste pământul vostru aducând o negură albăacoperind sângele soldatului și al plugaruluice frământă lutul cu lutși focului îi toarnă foc.Mânați mereu prin beznăde răni ce încă nu s-au vindecatsuntem mereu în mișcare.Oh, Omule, spune-miduhoarea ta de carneși toată această cenușăcălcată de tălpile talea caselor pe care tu însuți le-ai aprins 48

când va muri fiara crâncenă ce stă ascunsă-npieptul tău?Persona: Cuvintele tale sunt precumchemarea norilor pe ape- neînțeleasă pentru noi!În fața lor mereu ne aflăm nevolnici.Cuvintele sunt pentru frații meidoar mărturisitori ai risipirii vieții pe pământși din puterea ce-o simțim în forța lornoi nu cunoștem nici o mica parte.The Overlords: Sunt fibre care nu se văd cuochii mințiiși de o mie de ori sunt mai subțiriși încă de o mie de oridecât firul pânzei de păianjeniar în densitatea lor țesută-i lucrarea Zeuluitoată.Moartea e numai una dintre ele,și numărul lor e atât de mareîncât a trebuit să fie dăltuit cu foc 49