The Convergence is the eighth planned novel in the “Game of Life” sub-series of the Shine Cycle, following The Legion. Today’s post is a brief introduction to this planned work. Continue reading “Shine Cycle Précis: The Convergence“
I stand upon the wall, with arms outstretched
To greet the morning and to quell its strife.
Because “the battle is not to the strong,”
Nor to those who will later tell the tale,
This day my hands upraised have greater weight
Than any hundred strokes of steel or pen.
I stand, and lift my eyes toward the heavens
To make what intercession is permitted
For the souls of those who fight below.
Oh, may the Lord of Armies, in his might,
Have mercy on these—quick and dead alike.
Though once I was a poet, now a mage,
And still a studying philosopher,
Above the greatest of these worthy tasks,
The greatest calling is to serve my God.
The day at last is over, and the strife,
So, arms beside me, I descend the wall
To greet the army of the conquering Arthur.
I originally wrote my first draft of this poem long ago, quite probably my sophomore or junior year of high school. I did some reorganization and minimal editing a few years after that, as part of a push to do the same thing to the whole cycle en masse. And then it sat in my “to-revise” folder for several more years.
I had started a poem I thought was going to be today’s poem, but which I was having trouble with, because I couldn’t see where the nest lines needed to lead. So I dug through my to-revise folder, hit on this one, and spent some time revising it.
And then, when I went to move those revisions to my master copy (which I keep under version-control, unlike the tool I was using for the revisions), I accidentally deleted both my revised version of this poem and my draft of the other. In the space of a few moments, several hours’ work had vanished into the ether (something I wrote a poem about last year).
So I did my best to recreate what I had done. If I could somehow recover what was lost, I’d be grateful for the draft-in-progress of the poem I have no other versions of saved, but I’m not sure whether I’d prefer my first or second revised version.
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