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Lloyd Michael Lohr


Pondering A Distant, Ancient Light

By: Lloyd Michael Lohr and M.S. Raper

I sit alone upon an asteroid and ponder the many days events, my drill is silent, for the silver ore can wait,I long for a gentle breeze and the greens fields of Earth,but all I see are the pinpoint sparkles of distant, ancient light,a multitude of solar cardinal points before me pointing the way to theunknown,

And they remind me that I am so far from my home,

Out there somewhere,
another star is born,
another particle of frozen matter is deposited on a barren world by the
solar wind,

Out there somewhere,
another life form crawls from the primordial slime,
and begins to speak the sounds of social discourse,

Out there somewhere,
the truth lurks in the ethereal deserts of dark matter,
growing cold from the lack of remembrance,

Out there somewhere,
a thousand eclipses dance behind an endless penumbra of stardust,
and their shadows form little Mandelbrot patterns in my dreams,

Out there somewhere,
another entity,
not unlike myself,
ponders the secrets of the distant stars.


Redshift

By: Lloyd Michael Lohr

I walked the realm of stars before the First Ones came,the opener of the ancient ways,
some say,
the devourer of worlds in shaded memories of times long passing,
but neither Andromeda nor Milky Way,
nor deity nor human dare whisper my name,

the angels and demons of certain fate,
have made their pilgrimage,
beyond the rim of the galaxy the epic begins again,
for only I remember,
that he was not the first one,
and in this knowledge he still knows fear,

in dominion's wake I am the subtle touch of a black-boned god,
upon your shoulder,
when all is said and done and I return on the pendulum's downward spiral,
can you guess my name?

I'll give you a clue,
A chance to decipher the key to ancient mysteries,
I am the sovereign and lord of third space,
The acolyte of dark stars bespeaks of me in wonderment and praise,
Oh, can you guess my name?
As I stand at the threshold of the event horizon smiling.


In Midnight's Vale

By: Lloyd Michael Lohr

When silence falls upon the Obsidian Garden and the Dark Queen slumbers
deep with the enchanted Forest of Dreams, is it not then, in the still of
the night air, that the peasants plot their revolt?

She that would ponder war and cause untold suffering,
she that would condone the stagnation of thought,
she that would tether us to the whipping post of damnation,
drink not from her cup for she offers you nothing but lamentations.

For Lilith is nothing more than a poor substitute for truth.

I step not within her shadow, yet I go about the day somber in my sadness,
a scar upon the palm of my hand,
a cold reminder of her embrace.

And at every night rise I return and burn another black candle in the
Queen's memory,
in hopes that someday the truth shall return,
for in her absence I sing a lonely mantra.

As something swiftly approaches from the hinterland,
the wolves begin to stir on the mountainside.