[Octane (Humayun)]

Vintersorg - A Dialogue with the Stars

These myriads of stars
enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
where time and space unites in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
the tempest of the Universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.

Vintersorg - Algol

Algol, demon, capricious your brightness
shifts from day to day - rises, abates, intensifies
again, sometimes triumphant and sparkling,
sometimes pale and faint. For a long time
we've searched with wonder for the key
to this mystery, the right element to
your eager and changing, queer temperament.

Now we've dispersed the haze of the riddle:
you've got a companion on your journey,
like a slave, a faithful shadow he
constantly follows you on your desolate
path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.

Never have we seen his guise, dark, parches,
stiff and cold, but still we know he exists;
like ashamed he hides behind you - free
and merry you shine - until he once
again crawls out of the darkness and
covers you. And your glare becomes
pallid and dull, and your mind cloudy.

Now we've dispersed the haze of the riddle:
you've got a companion on your journey,
like a slave, a faithful shadow he
constantly follows you on your desolate
path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.

And similar there are - many Algols
wanders in the space - maybe even
more among us on earth. Sunlight spirits
darkened by a shadow, young princes
concealed by old slaves, doublesouls,
divided creatures - a blissful son of the
light indissolubely linked with a bitter dark demon.

Now we've dispersed the haze of the riddle:
you've got a companion on your journey,
like a slave, a faithful shadow he
constantly follows you on your desolate
path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.

Vintersorg is king.

H