Of The Night Land . . .
© Stephen Fabian
The sun has died
Not a planet, not a star,
shines in the black heavens.
The Days of Light are less than a legend, their
stories mouldered to dust amid the chaos of
the ancient Libraries.
Yet, within their vast arcology, the last Millions of
humanity live and thrive.
Outside,
the huge entities
of the Night Land watch - and wait.
The Last Redoubt has stood
ten million years, and may stand ten million years more, but its
final fall is inevitable.
The Land is
as unknown as the depths of
space.
It holds life, some of it remotely akin to
humanity. Fires burn and and shadows creep; cities
and lights lie still; clothed and shrouded walkers glide forth.
Other
Creatures, vaster than hills and slower and more
ponderous than glaciers, wait eternally.
Forces stir in the darkness.
Messages pass across the Land. From the
tower above the Redoubt, the Monstruwacans
keep record.
To this Land go the explorers of the Redoubt.
Rarely, rarely, they return.
continue . . .
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