Of my Grey Path to Color

I have enshrined the future but have not

forgotten my past

My way is clear and the waiting begun

I walk softly

I tread the dimly lit ways in the quiet places

Yet I roar with passion when challenged by man or beast

My guard is strong, my will and wits keenly focused

For I watch the watchers and defend my beloved

The time is here

Quietly I begin to walk

On the edge of grey tides and moonlit shores

Here I walk like the rolls of thunder

And move with the swiftness of the kite

My ego I seek to leave behind in that

Never forgotten past

Of which I still dream

But never again

Shall seek

-Adam KW King AKA Lykeios Orizontas-

King of None

Servant of One

Scribe of my own paths

Chooser of names

Man

Animal

Lover

Sinner

Open-minded seeker

Just a mortal upon the Earth

Good Prompt Today! Daily Prompt: Fast Forward

Today’s prompt is another one I can really sink my metaphorical creative teeth into as a sci-fi/fantasy/horror writer. (OK, OK, I didn’t see the prompt itself first…I saw this post [great pic by the way, Vic!] then found the prompt, so my response is a little skewed because of that inspiration.)

Vasnetsov’s Four Horsement of the Apocalypse in all its splendor!

My most recent completed draft is a future dystopic utopian sci-fi novel. It is set mostly in the year 2063 aboard an interplanetary science/exploratory vessel. The world governments have conglomerated into three major “imperial” state-systems each with colonies on either the Moon, Mars, or both.

In that novel, entitled 2063: Odyssey of the Krasivaya Vesh, the protagonist comes to realize (through various transmissions and reports from other SpaceEx – members of the “Space Explorer” culture) that the utopian placidity enforced on Earth and in the colonies is merely a facade.

Other than that, I write a lot of poetry and fiction, both in short story and novel format, about death, apocalyptic warfare, and similar morbid/dark topics. I don’t really know the why behind this tendency… but I theorize that it relates back mostly to personal experience and knowledge.

Here is an apocalyptic poem (I’m very proud of this one, but, as always, could still use some comments if anyone notices a flaw in meter or any other aspect of poetry.) I wrote that I think a lot of people have tended to enjoy. Hope you enjoy as well, dear reader.

NOTE: This was carefully constructed, but was not written with any intentioned meter, format, or other poetic structure. There is, in places, a rhyming pattern and a meter that I think might be called iambic pentameter (or other similar pentameter or iambic rhythm…I don’t know, all I know is it sounds better read aloud than it does in my head, lol), but it is more fluid than most of the hard poetry that I’ve personally read. So, that said – happy reading!

Ending of Endings

Tensions gather: world in a trance

emblazoned leaves begin a dance

in the winds that sweep our Mother

{Gaea to all Hellenes;

“Earth” she be to other dress}

and dry the faces of the men

and women who brave the tosséd mess.

Soldiers training for the fall

in the war that will enthrall

the Earth and Peoples of the earth

and all the living in its berth.

Captains calling for a drill

in harshest freeze – Boreal Chill

that burns the faces of the men.

Soldiers all, march towards an end;

(An Ending Ends all Endings!)

Armies moving out to meet;

Anthropoi seek the shield or sheet;

{Perchance them luck allows avoid

a tempest raging on geoid}

and scorch the homes and towns and lands

of all that live upon the brand –

Herakles but overlay,

the Titan Lord the weight {wait?} betray.

Things are coming to a head

as winter cloudbanks: shadow steles

now are built ‘twixt Zeus and ‘Ellas.

All cower in the roll of thunder,

no Messenger now Basilei needs,

Announces Grim {his sky’s asunder}

FINAL WAR!: our hasted blunder.

Questions {myriad their number}

breech the minds

in wizened skulls:

those Few who seek now to preserve

some measure of our lost reserve.

Alas their charge came overdue

impotent force sees now this true.

Ares marches to consume

All that can {and can’t in gloom}

take up arms against his might!

Hades marching in the night,

Thanatos the grim he joins

in solemn, cold, unfeeling step;

Forge the rivers!

Smash the damns!

Hell is loose upon our lands!

Fires burning!

Bombs explode!

Earth had been his sick demand!;

This Ending Ends all Endings!

But from the ash

We’ll rise again

A thorn to mock the dreaded crash

And live to see the land restored:

Our time here never left deplored

Well, that’s that! I really do hope you enjoy it! I’ll keep posting poetry since I seem to be getting only encouragement and positive comments when I do so! Haha. Power of positive reinforcement there, I suppose. If you DO, however, see an error or something that you feel could be improved, please, by all means, point it out to me publicly OR privately. That kind of honesty and advice is always as welcome as compliments or other general comments. Whether you liked or not…I’d love to hear about it!

Have an unbelievable day/night!

In Earnest,

King Pollux ~ Adam Kristofer Walkingstick King

The Grin

I really like this poem! Check out her blog! Its got a lot of good stuff including poetry!

The Grin.

Another Poem

Well, everyone seemed to really enjoy that first poem, so I’ll put out another one. This is another that I wrote long ago in a galaxy far, far away and is also collected in Fragments of Reality.

Raindrops

Raindrops,

falling from a sky

enviously painted gray and black

with the billowy, undulating wisps

of thoughts and dreams of:

Rain.

Raindrops,

never failing in their falling

to catch my fancy,

at the wondrous, bountiful beauty

of their hopes and hints of:

Rain.

There, how was that one? Good? Bad? Horrifying? Let me know in a comment or something! I do hope you enjoyed it, but either way I’d like to hear about it.

As always, thanks for reading. Have an unbelievable day!

In Earnest,

King Pollux ~ Adam Kristofer Walkingstick King

A Poem

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago and is “published” in my collection Fragments of Reality which is available in the Kindle Store. I thought I’d post it because it is one of my favorites, I thought someone might enjoy it, and I don’t have much else to say at the moment.

We Are

We are the unseen ones

We are hunters in the night

We are the reason your hair stands on end

We move silently under bright moonlight

We seek our prey in quiet

We are those that make you hide

We are the reason for the fences in your fields

We are the ones who run side by side

We are the deadly ones

We are bringers of gruesome death

We are the reason the moon rides so high

We are the ones that catch your breath

We are the secret ones

We are killers of what catches our sight

We hunt together working as one

We are the howls you hear in the night

We stalk our prey between dark trees

We are the whisper of wind through the leaves

We are predators and show no mercy

We are why you stay up under your eaves

We are the eternal spirts

We will never be extinguished by you

We are the reason for the shivers up your spine

We are wolves and your payment is due