A blog for The Urutsk Cycle and Related Subjects,
including the URUTSK: World of Mystery RPG.
Shipwrecked survivors of a galaxy-spanning empire (ruined when the core exploded) settle upon a wetlands world occupied by humans and other species. They then poke through ruins of their Ancient ancestors as they strive to regain space and then, starflight.
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Saturday, March 9, 2024
BRIDE OF SET
STAR GONE DARK
(c) 2022 Kyrinn S. Eis
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Westering Sun-watching: it's what I do;
a calendar of ways to see me through
Your silent absence after the truth
so bluntly phrased, disregarding Who
You are and the honour owed you
by skill, calloused fingers and other dues
you've paid in spades and diamonds, too;
-- a self-ascended star, in truth.
/My master instructor, acclaimed chanteuse
you deft spinner of metal threads
-- Grace embodied how you tease the loom
singing songs of how love in life ends./
Your characters and personae delight
from haemorrhaging lovers to WW fights
ghostly time-travel and vaporous flights
dead river girls and wrongs done-right.
Melodious misty spiderweb dappled with dew
Undine siren's invitation to seaward skew
Sultry, Bluesy, East Coast Colonese, that few
can be compared to except that overseas crew.
But, I do know you, Love,
April's parted loneliness
empty like a rosary
spiderweb dappled with mist
lighthouse towers over me
BRIDE OF SET
THE CENTRE OF THE WORLD
(c) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis
All Rights Reserved Worldwide
Here at the center, the center of the world:
Darkness oppresses, fumes choke and yet
its the pressure, the heat and fire of it all
which really gets one down, here in the center
of the world; I went where they sent me,
where you all can follow for all I care
this river of dirt and fire
at the bottom of the stair
Other centers die in gyre, do not hold
indeed cannot hold, and yet,
behold the dirt and fire
at the center of the world.
BRIDE OF SET
STARING AT THE SUN
(c) 2022 Kyrinn S. Eis
All Rights Reserved Worldwide
Has my offer fallen upon deaf ears numb to
the same meagre crumbs offered by my sisters
afore, and rejected, soundly, in anticipation
of Her darkened Twin (whom I imagine to be),
to act as Her great Luminary, and comforting?