The Primogenitor

+ The Ark of Omen +

+++ The impossible space hulk had been the first omen of things to come. The charred Astartes had fought their way through the labyrinthine interior of the Primogenitor for ages before reaching their destination deep inside its unfathomable structure.  In a vast cave-like space that stretched for miles in all directions vapour and exhaust clouds […]

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+ THE CONCLAVUM +

+++ Central for Venutian governance is the Conclavum; a huge mountain fortress of red rockcrete built high on top of Ishtar Terra, a plateau highland on the planets storm-ridden north pole, chiefly named after Ishtar, the mythical Terran goddess of political power whose primary symbol was the lion, which is often embellished in old Venutian […]

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+ Conclave Venutiae Part II +

Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her casement, shines. The evening star, the star of love and rest! And then anon she doth herself divest. Of all her radiant garments, and reclines. Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines, With slumber and soft reams of love oppressed. O my beloved, my sweet Hesperus! My morning and my evening star of love! My best and gentlest lady! even thus, As that fair planet in the sky above, Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night, And from thy darkened window fades the light.

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+ Conclave Venutiae Part I +

“Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro’ the light Of the brighter, cold moon,‘Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhileOn her cold smile;Too cold- too cold for me- And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star,In thy glory afar,And dearer thy beam […]

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+ YNQVISITOR MMXXI +

Music © Iron Sleet 2020 “What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides,Thee, Vesper! brightening still, as if the nearerThou com’st to man’s abode the spot grew dearerNight after night? True is it Nature hidesHer treasures less and less. Man now presidesIn power, where once he trembled in his weakness;Science advances with gigantic strides;But are we […]

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The Primogenitor, Wither Lords

+ The Wither Lords +

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;   Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night   (D. Thomas, Terran poet, MII)

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Crataegus Remnants, Witchy Woman

The Crataegus Remnants

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.     Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—     Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, […]

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