Overture

Limited,
Our Brilliant star
can only illuminate
those that are able
to stand in its light.

Hark! Hear the tale
of a dwelling
filled with shadow.

A righteous Governess
and her comrades -
the few who seek
the end of darkness
to the shimmering beyond.

A stalwart Brother
who has lost
flesh and blood
to the effects of the Arcane!

A whistling
whimsical Wren;
Warden of the unknown.
Can you solve
that which It procures?
Minds Eye be your Guide!

A stoic Scholar
whose piety
surely will save
the World --
String Theory
his magnificent
Sword!

Although their paths
lie far and away,
their story shall
promptly commence.

The vague overture,
the linear outline,
the phlegmatic puppeteer
with pen in hand,
and audience cool,
collected as a babe
who has grown accustomed
to Mother's nurture,
embrace,
on queue.

Oh,
if only the Plot
were so fluid
and sweet.

But Listen!

Hark! Hear Veracity's
cold soprano
of a dwelling of intrigue
and war.

A pedastaled Obscurity,
Governess of slavery
trailed by her dear love -
Empress of the Near East.
The few who seek
the end of spirituality
to the mathematics
of sweet Terra.

A frail Boy
who peers to the Stars
where his Sister surely lies!
Flesh and blood,
a constellation to guide him on his way.

But alas,
He too is stricken.
Sent to the void
as a Caged Bird
jingles harshe
unfathomable keys,
jailing his Twin,
confining his Half,
to Himself.

A mute Outcast
bitterly trailing
That which chained
and exiled him.
A man, who knew
much to much.
His Beautiful Mind,
his saving Grace.

The World
as Pythagoreas had envisioned.
The prize for transcendence,
that which
the self-proclaimed Queen
strives to seize!

An abduction of numerical proportions,
a facade of a War.

A Euclidean Balled of which part is optical,
if nothing more.