Midway upon the path of mortal day,
I found me in a dark and winding dell;
No star nor sun to guide my weary way.
Then through the gloom there welled a silent spell,
A glimmer, green as life’s first hopeful leaf,
That drew my footsteps from the jaws of hell.
Moldavite, bright shard of cosmic grief,
Forged in the sky, bestowed on earthly ground,
A gem that binds the soul to new belief.
Its subtle glow can heal the spirit’s wound,
And raise the heart beyond all mortal strife;
More prized than gold, its worth may not be bound.
Canto II: The Whispering Abyss
I pressed the gem against my trembling chest,
And from the darkness rose a hissing voice,
Whose rancid words my fortitude did test.
“Foolish mortal, do you dare rejoice
In that fragile glow you clutch so tight?
No cosmic stone can truly drown my noise.
I was old before that star gave birth to light,
And all its shards became my stepping-stones;
The green gem pales beneath my blackening might.”
Its breath a plague that wrapped the night in groans,
Each syllable a poison laced with dread,
That threatened to devour my marrow-bones.
Yet ‘gainst the fiend, the bright Moldavite led
My wavering soul to find a clearer view:
A stubborn flame the demon could not tread.
Canto III: The Green Star Rising
No sooner had the dark voice seized my will
Than all around, the shadows stirred to fight,
And dread resolved the mortal air to still.
The gem, once faint, flared forth in sudden light—
A green dawn rising in that chasm deep—
To drive the demon’s whisper from my sight.
“All stars burn out,” the fiend began to creep,
With coiling tongue and rancor in its hiss,
“And so your hope shall likewise fail and weep.”
But I felt then a warmth no power could dismiss:
The cosmic spark within that gemstone’s hue
Unbound my soul from terror’s dark abyss.
Its splendor parted shadows through and through,
Revealing what was hidden from my eyes:
A path of shimmering truth I must pursue.
I gazed upon the fiend’s malevolent cries,
Yet found its horror waning in the gleam—
Its ancient art undone by cosmic ties.
Thus, freed at last, I left that dismal dream,
Moldavite’s glow enfolding me like grace,
Where life’s true worth shone brighter than it seemed.
Unshackled by the night’s unholy chase,
I climbed the slope to meet the budding sky,
And felt my heart revive in love’s embrace.
For every mortal breath may know the why:
Beyond all fiends, beyond despair and war,
We hold within a gem no dark can buy.
A final glance at that resplendent core
Confirmed the treasure Heaven placed so far—
Yet near enough to lift the soul once more:
The universe is ours, born of a Green Star.
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