Walkin on Air

Waes Hail

'Invisible to the naked eye,'
the phrase worn threadbare
stimulates my inner vision;
in fact, it force-drops  perspiration pearls
to slither about my eyeballs
only to mix with tears of incredulity:
foggy Coke-bottle bottom glass-sight.

"Ed' i'ear ar' elenea  ‘Quel undome!  Yallume! Malia ten' fion? "
[By the sea and stars! Good evening! At last; care for some wine?]
The Elf sent to help me startled my otherwise logical mind,
and I plumped directly down onto my behind.

"Who are you? What are you?" I exclaimed
in dumb fascination, with not a little trepidation.
Selfishly imagining the vision to be aspiration
generated by personal power to see,
I found myself rendered absolutely blind.

Encounters  with
creatures of inter-dimensional declension,
albeit counterpoise to human evil
we clone from  nearby Aliens' depravity,
who could imagine?
Elven  saints have sworn to protect our indefensible
fallen stand that crawls as incomprehensible
toward the bottomless pit
possessed by human obsession in a meaningless fit.

"Mankoi naa lle sinome? Amin naa Cala'quessir  Ohtar;
ilfirin  Megiltura!"
[Why are you here? I am High Elf Warrior, the Immortal Sword-master]  
My query was countered
and I saw myself relentlessly battle
loathsome legions of nefarious
finite apparitions scurrying to inflict death
before their bail expires and they too must totally die.  

"Saesa omentien lle Uuma; oio naa elealla alasse'.   Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?"  
[Pleasure meeting you; ever is your sight a joy. Do you speak Elvish?]
Understanding every word spoken
knowing not how
my senses had fully awoken.

"Amin nowa ikotane…  I, I think so; but I do not know…
Amin n'sinta. Amin sinta lle?
Do I know you?"
Confusion assailed my reality:
Where was I? Who am I?
What happened to my beloved banality?

"En! Heru en amin,
amin elee lle ettuul Lema ed' ando en' templa irma haeannon; Carad'Loki KAAOS daedeloth khiluva lle
a' gurtha ar' thar;
nan' ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle.
[Look! My lord,
I saw you come out from the Gate Travel dimension door;
the Red Dragon dark demigods from the land of the dead follow you
to death and beyond;
but don't look for trouble, it will come to you.]

The Elf spoke with authority,
confidence, and trust;
his message of priority
gave faith to the just.

"My armor of divinity," said I, "is able to stand
against the wiles of evil.
Nakedness I hide with Lovelight's Ephod of Truth;
my Sword of the Spirit, my Helmet of Deliverance,
a Breastplate of Righteousness,
Belt and Buckler of Power,
shod in Shoes of Willingness and Preparation
and with my Shield of Faith.
The bones of our foes will gleam under the sun!
I'narr en gothrim glinuva nuin I'anor!"

"Lle naa haran e' nausalle.
Lye naa lle nai ar' lye nuquernuva sen
Amin sinta thaliolle e dagor, Heru Edan."
[You are king in your imagination.
We are yours to command and we will defeat them.
I know your strength in battle, Lord Human]

Suddenly without warning
the shrill sound of Mom's old voice
cut through the upcoming battle,
"Get yer kister outta bed, boy!
Time to milk the cows!"



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