BY JOSE PALU-AY DACUDAO
(Tome1. Compendium 1. Narrative Poems)
ARCH WINGS are beings incarnated as Dark avatars by Sri Duro, but only through providence. Thus, they possess hidden esoteric Aspects which represent fundamental principles of the Multiverse, cosmically powerful if accessed. Isá/ Osá Sol-Cielo = (nicknamed Sâ-sâ) = Avatar of the Order of the Sun and Sky. Also referred to as the Conscript or Warrior or Huntress, etc… maybe more titles. Bodhi Sol-Cielo = (nicknamed Bód-bód) = Avatar of the Order of the Sun and Sky. Also referred to as the Scholar or Scribe or Student, etc… maybe more titles. Áyo/ Áya Sol-Cielo = (nicknamed Áy-áy) = Avatar of the Order of the Sun and Sky. Also referred to as the Medic or Healer or Comforter, etc… maybe more titles. Alwán/ Alwána Sol-Cielo = (nicknamed Wána) = Avatar of the Order of the Sun and Sky. Also referred to as the Meanderer or Rebel or Maverick, etc… maybe more titles.
The Battle of the Black Castle
Arnis brightened to sun-yellow and sky-blue, to the Black Castle she cut her way
through. Then dimming, her colors cindered and charred; felling all demons that her
path dared barred.
At earshot, she called the challenge binding, to like-ranked Darkling, Emperor hearing.
Thus, they fought in a Pentagram bounded. Forty days? Nights? Seconds? Then it
ended.
Beneath the rising sun turning yellow as it greeted the bluing sky aloft, the Warrior and
her weapons were as black as the Emperor’s head she had lopped off.
(In the novel as narrated by the Hayag Sun and Sky Banner)
The Battle of the Broken Spear I
Warrior of sapphire and sunflower gold, features no Demon of nightmare can hold,
without terror shorn of all norm. In incandescent Arch Wing form. She charged, swords
smeared in ichor flew; a thousand doomed devils she slew. Halo and wings held high
iridescent, she retook our Hayag magnificent.
(In the novel as narrated by the Hayag Sun and Sky Banner)
The Battle of the Broken Spear II
The gray ground rose melded to ash-filled sky and on, to the sea in a torrential downpour anon. The seer sees the maestro in bright lightning flash; on a plateau he led the war’s critical clash.
Devils terrifying, angels awe-inspiring, gold and yellow warriors gave all to the fighting. Their skills remarkable, but stuck in a setting, that blurred lines in confusion most bewildering.
Need orders in quick time. But what’s here, near, or there? We need you everywhere on land, sea and the air.
The maestro splits selves to hither and thither. To various places a multiple commander. The seer sees mute the prime Maestro’s earth echoes, clearing to bright the fog of war battlefield woes. So close to triumph, but doomed inescapably, the Maestro sits in the lotus position. Demons, seeing inevitable victory, converge on the Maestro in spear formation.
Then from the side, blue and yellow whirlwind flashing, an Arch Wing plunges into the Darklings slashing. She crowns her fury in a halo of crimson, bears arnis sticks that would cut stars of neutronium.
It is the Conscript. She mows them to fine pieces. Pauses she, bright sunlight, blue sky, on their ashes. But one Demon veers off, a way mean and angled. Leaps for the Maestro, the timeline entangled.
The seer closes his eyes, the whole place retracted. To gray fog in a rectangle scene redacted.
The seer opens his eyes to a nightmare shocked raw. The Maestro’s head is in the Demon’s sharp claw. (In the novel as seen by Elam)/PN
