This is a fragment from a novel that I’m currently working on. The fragment discusses one of the Celestials – Jormund – an ice serpent that has endured ephemerality. I must admit that I was inspired by Dante in conception, as such, the fragment has taken the slight form of a Canto.
Such creature dwelling, man had not oft seen,
For in the search of Ice, Millennia had been.
‘Tis not in shade where it had dwelt within,
But pierce the sky it hadn’t, as zeppelin.
Trimm’d and wrapped in bolts of frost,
A cursed and wretched cast from encounters past,
The serpent lived, by choice, as outcast.
And here, where Jormund’s black grew white;
Where time had silently faced blight,
This creature had been snared despite
Its immeasurable size and might.
The one who made the serpent so,
Bestowed with powers of Calypso,
Had perished from tremendous woe.
Dreadful paying that which you owe.
When the end has come with path obscure;
When life is drained and all must endure;
Desperately, many come in search of cure.
So the ageless serpent discovered its enemy;
Gazing cosmically for that which would eventually,
Make he who harvests time return to entropy;
And reunite the afflicted souls for all eternity.