The Legend of Kolonok

There's a story of a man who had ambition like a whale
He might not've saved no maidens or put on no ornate mail
But the truth of it is that bloke was bravest of the brave
There's not and never ever will be none to trudge the road he paved

Now this man known as Kolonok had whiskers like a fox
And although they were a-grayin' he had mostly brownish locks
His colleagues all respected him until the day he said

"I'm gonna prove there's no true magic or I'm gonna end up dead."

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where brown bears yield to white

Now the story'd been since long ago the north was kind of odd
That for many many centuries but few had dared there trod
'Twas said that if you went there then your fate would be quite dark
But to the brave intrepid Kolonok that mostly seemed like bark

Kolonok
Was a man with a sense about his head
He knew the world had no true monsters and this was likely senseless dread
He knew what to do to set these gullible cowards right
He took his team above the parallel where winter has no light

Now up in the northlands there it's really not a breeze
Even the steel-muscled Kolonok was liable to freeze
His companions all complained there was no way they would succeed
But Kolonok told them to stuff it and build camp as they'd agreed

Kolonok
Sometimes took a somewhat hardened line
Although he did have some compassion 'twas for him like an antique wine
He knew what to do to set those weak complainers right
He took his team above the parallel where huskies show their might

Now for weeks and weeks and months and days all the team unearthed was snow
And ol' Kolonok's companions said, "You know, we should prob'ly go"
But ol' Kolonok just drove 'em all further into the night
He said

"I said I was gonna prove my point and I gotta do it right."

Kolonok
May've seemed like he didn't have a brain
He put his pride above his life and hardly knew that thing called pain
But he knew what to do to set the clueless public right
He took his team above the parallel where guillemots take flight

After what seemed like forever and a day one team came back not
To tell Kolonok the usual but that they'd hit the jackpot
When the boss heard that he leapt up and his whip flew to his hand
Said

"We're going there next morning! Prep the dogs, that's my command."

Kolonok
Didn't know what lay out far beyond
But then to him that made it better as of darkness he was fond
He knew what to do to set the sceptics back home right
He took his team above the parallel where starlights twinkle bright

When they got there sure enough it was a sure sight to behold
The air was churning with auroras far below the dawn sky's fold
The group was both aghast and mesmerised to the very core
But when their boss said "Now let's probe this" they recoiled in horror

Kolonok
Wasn't one to ever stop midway
If he had gone this far he'd not be back without a strict assay
He knew what to do to set those distant doubters right
He took his team above the parallel where most would die of fright

Now they were face to face in front of it, and seemingly third base
And their boss had him a vial to take back to their camping place
Why, it seemed as if their mission might go through without a hitch
Until a being made of prism glass emerged from who-knows-which

Kolonok
As a man was honest, brave and true
But it was really not unlike him to bite off more than he could chew
Still, he knew what to do to set those craven sissies right
He took his team above that parallel and he was gonna fight

Now the being was a hexart with a heart of rainbow quartz
And it didn't seem as violent as a mouse from souther parts
But when it closed its eyes and opened them the explorers filled with dread
They couldn't say exactly why but knew it'd be best if they fled

Kolonok
Was secure as steel 'round a spool
He'd not unravel for a hurricane and thus he kept his cool
He knew what to do to set this crazy mad world right
He took his team above that parallel where naught could really bite

Oh, the hexart dropped its lids again and spread on out its wings
And the auroras slowed and darkened, seeming to bring bad tidings
The entire world around them seemed dark as the ocean floor
And Kolonok's poor group of followers could not take any more

Kolonok
Was one of the hardiest of men
But when his comrades started running he began to think again
He knew what to do but was no longer sure if it was right
When he took his team above that parallel into a thorny plight

Now the dogs were going crazy and the men were running fast
And some harnesses were tangling and some mushers were getting cast
But their boss just kept on standing there and gently reached ahead
"If you know what's good for you, my friend, you'll quit this now" he said

Kolonok
Knew things were getting out of hand
But at the same time couldn't stand to waste a moment not being grand
He knew what to do to prove his intuitions right
He set his hand upon the hexart and he firmly held it tight

At that the beast seemed now contented and the darkness seemed to calm
But there was still something amiss he felt that slightly shook his palm
So he took a gander backward thinking naught much he'd find there
And caught a halfways-vanished team dissolving into empty air

Kolonok
As you know would trudge through rain or sleet
But when he saw this thing occur why then his heart 'bout skipped a beat
He had no clue what to do and so he pleaded for his life

"Please now sweet dragon don't destroy me and remove me from this strife!"

Kolonok was looking hopeful when the hexart blinked again
Thought now maybe now just maybe it might even be his friend
But soon enough it faded out into the Arctic air
And he only felt more shaky with each second he stayed there

Kolonok
Was really fairly sturdily built
But now his knees began to wobble with a crushing sense of guilt
He knew of but one thing to do to set this awful setback right
He packed his tools and last three dogs up and he slunk into the night

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where brown bears yield to white

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set the clueless public right
He took his team above the parallel where winter has no light

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set the sceptics back home right
He took his team above the parallel where huskies show their might

Although he had his ship and dogs still Kolonok had naught to show
Devoid of pride and empty-handed he had almost nowhere to go
So he weaseled on into his den and whiled the days away
And if his heart pained on forever well no one could really say

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where guillemots take flight

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set the his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where starlights twinkle bright

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where brown bears yield to white

Incongruity and Duplicity Sing the Blues

Alone
(Girders baulk at the sun)
Unknown
(Them frogs ain't singin' yer mead)
On my own
(Dustbrooms fight for blue skies)
Tempest-blown
(Axes grindin' the lead)

I've no name to my name
(When I catch 'em cornhusks twinklin' in the night)
And no face to my frame
(When I set 'em peaks of deep-fried melodies right)

If I could just get a gasp within my grasp
(For a day when grates can fly like crows!)
To tag this seamless vault without a clasp
(When fir trees's sproutin' feet and toes)

Would I at long last have the code to self-reclaim?

Only one
(If this one fine rooster don't count)
On the run
(Vetch sprigs whistle the blues)
Never done
(Dial 'dirt' for earthworm buffets)
Helped by none
(As all the roads depart on a cruise)

I've no face to my space
(When I see 'em crystals myanderin' in the morn')
But much race to my pace
(When I fly like a madjay from the cattails' thorns)

If I could just fill a bill of will
(If bats could dive and snakes could fly)
Could I kill every last urge to do ill?
(A flightless teacup's gotta try)

Or would I still be a coaster made of sin-pierced lace?

[Instrumental meanderings]

I've no name to my name
(If an eight-legged horse ain't gonna make the cut)
And no face to my frame
(Honey, would you move my tractor outta this rut)

If I could just find the zeal to get a reel
('Cause these wily leaves won't count themselves)
On this shifting self I cannot feel
(Only the swallows' paths could tell)
But when I don't have a self to know as me
(And an unmarked dishrag buys no hay)
How could I rise out of obscurity?
(A speechless vase could hardly say)

If I could only just out my true face
('Fore the key fobs blot the light of day)
Could I pull myself out of disgrace
(With the pea pods singin' yippee-kai-yay)

But when I don't have a self to know as me
(And the misplaced tribrachs cannot scream)
Where would I put my new integrity?
(Would it just leak out like a tea kettle's steam)

Or will I ever wander round without a place?

El Halcón del Aéter (Arkturuse's song)

Praise be to Haru of the heavens
The beaked defender of this sphere
For to Him I owe all I have wrought below
The height of which none will ever near!

I'm Arkturuse Miraharu
A bird much like a darkened swan
Between my worldly wits and this unfailing team
We could carve towers to the dawn

Some may call me prideful and bombastic
But is that not all just a part of being grand?
A person of my quality should escalate
Until the skies rain tears of sand

Hail Haru of the desert skies
(An example for all)
Hail Him above the jess
(Yet I fear I may fall)
Hail Haru of all-seeing eyes
(Though I crow and I cheep)
Which I do not possess
(Deep within I just weep)

My doormat spells the name of Haru
A falcon rests upon my head
My faith spans greater than this boundless void
And that's quite a thing to be said!

I always conduct myself with honour
I bow my beak unto my guests
I have the breeding of a gentleman
And I never give but my best!

My comrades are only but the finest
My haunt is lavishly with jewels clad
My vast wings can carry me through anything
But yet I still cannot be glad

Hail Haru of the blazing sun
(When I'm cornered, I fly)
Hail Him of evening shade
(When I boast, I just lie)
Hail Haru who sees everyone
(Oh, my heart may be wide)
On every landmass ever made
(But there's nothing inside)

A warm flame stirs below the mantle
The walls pour aeons of ordeal
I will never forget those who died for me
Even if they weren't even real

The papers gush about my grandeur
I'm known quite far throughout this space
There's no one without awe that my likeness saw
And as such I must keep my pace

My heart spans greater than a empire
And beats sonorous as a horde of lovesick swans
Our spirits blaze as part of one great gleaming fire
But how long can we pressure on?

Hail Haru of the golden throne
(In the end, I'm just one)
Hail Him of truth and right
(And there's nowhere to run)
Hail Haru who holds chaos back
(Should my form turn petard)
And never falters in His fight
(Would no one mend my shards?)

Praise be to Haru of the heavens
The beaked defender of this sphere
For to Him I owe all I have wrought below
The height of which none will ever near!

I'm Arkturuse Miraharu
A sir in which you can confide
Although I can't see what's in front of me,
My aspirations are ten leagues wide

Hail Haru of the desert skies
(At the top I reign strong)
Hail Him above the jess
(But can I stay here for long?)
All have weathered my pride
(Hail Haru of all-seeing eyes)
But how long will that slide?
(Which I do not possess)

An example for all
(When I'm cornered, I fly)
Yet I fear I may fall
(When I boast, I just lie)
Though I crow and I cheep
(Oh, my heart may be wide)
Deep within I just weep
(But there's nothing inside)

At the top I reign strong
(In the end, I'm just one)
But can I stay here for long?
(And there's nowhere to run)
All have weathered my pride
(Should my form turn petard)
But how long will that slide?
(Would no one mend my shards?)

To stand without weight in a blackness so great
The age of which no one remembers...

A falcon must vie in this chasm so dry,
Lest its wings dissolve to embers...

An example for all
(When I'm cornered, I fly)
Yet I fear I may fall
(When I boast, I just lie)
Though I crow and I cheep
(Oh, my heart may be wide)
Deep within I just weep
(But there's nothing inside)

At the top I reign strong
(In the end, I'm just one)
But can I stay here for long?
(And there's nowhere to run)
All have weathered my pride
(Should my form turn petard)
But how long will that slide?
(Would no one mend my shards?)

There is something that passes through though I can't and shan't just call it "true"
It gleams at the seams from long afar and it pulses like the tears of stars

Though I've never seen or heard its kind I can only dream it will blow my mind
Though I can't touch its form or see its hue if I could just grasp its essence I'd know what to do!

I'm Arkturuse Miraharu
A bird much like a darkened swan
Though my handsome façade has a thousand awed
'Tis a thin ridge I tread upon

Pray to Haru we can stand as one
Pray my stately flair can bear us through
Should the winds be willing I may yet prevail
But if I can't what will we do?

Hail Haru of the desert skies
Hail Him above the jess
Hail Haru of all-seeing eyes
Which I do not possess...

Will I live to face another day?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a fractured dark humanity
A faceless halo filled with nothing and hypocrisy
A ripple's ripple on the murky pond of memory

NOW
HOW
CAN I HOLD

Of how tough
Of a stuff
Am I rolled?

How long (how strong)
Will it take (is my make)
Before I keel over and break

Till my shards
Fill the sky
In the cold?

Although I may be capable of pressuring my cheeks to turn
The space around my heartless void is twinging like an acid burn
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay
Will I live? Will I live to face another day?

The day
is greyer than the Nile on a clouded day
The rain
is rain-like as it comes down on the outer bay

I spread my wings into the chasm just outside the gate
I stare out into the unfeatured dark expanse of fate

BUT
WHAT
IS MY GOAL?

Do I know
How to grow
To my role?

How far (from subpar)
Can I strain (through the rain)
Before I join the aether again

How far
Can I tote
This great hole?

I cannot know the meaning of the feelings known as joy or dread
I only know the spacious space that somehow occupies my head
Just ask me if the air is nice, if starlight fills my heart with glee
And I can only answer that it feels like a day to me

The blackness changes to an aura of a shifting type
Some airlike currents whistle windlike through the ceiling pipe
My ears flick upward as the vapours twist uneasily
I climb the dais as the restless aether calls to me

WHY
WHEREBY
DOES IT RING?

Is there purpose
Inside
Of nothing?

How deep (or how steep)
Can I reach (can I breach)
In this void immersed in black bleach

Till I find
The one source
Of this ding?

I know that half of what I think is likely just hyperbole
But it simply doesn't feel right that everything's the same to me
The blackish void the airish air the doorish door that leads nowhere
How can I even stand here in this state-like state of disrepair?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a fractured dark humanity
A faceless halo filled with nothing and hypocrisy
A ripple's ripple on the murky pond of memory

I cannot know the meaning of the feelings known as joy or dread
I only know the spacious space that somehow occupies my head
Just ask me if the air is nice, if starlight fills my heart with glee
And I can only answer that it feels like a day to me

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a shadow of an entity?
A nameless figure cloaked in meaningless mythology
A shadow's shadow on the shaky tides of history

Although I may be capable of pressuring my cheeks to turn
The space around my heartless void is twinging like an acid burn
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay
Will I live? Will I live to face another day?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
Help me rise above this empty state of tragedy
Show me how to bind my fractures for solidity
Give me strength to salt my shrivelling identity

NOW
HOW
CAN I HOLD

Of how tough
Of a stuff
Am I rolled?

How long (how strong)
Will it take (is my make)
Before I keel over and break

Till my shards
Fill the sky
In the cold?

I cannot know the meaning of Ma'at for all my fatal flaws
How can I wield the scale of Anapa in unworthy paws
If I could only know why people press through day and night and troubled air
Would I be worth my aethereal weight in decent-quality Ammut fare?

The blackish void the airish air the doorish door that leads nowhere
How can I even stand here in this state-like state of disrepair?
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay

Will I live?
Will I live to face another day?

On the Lift to Ruin

On the lift
On the lift
On the lift to Ruin

What a gift
What a gift
What a gift awaits within

Outside the lift
Is it a rift?
Will I be miffed?
Is it a fifth?
Of my expectations?

On the lift
On the lift
On the lift to Ruin

What a gift
What a gift
What a gift awaits within

Outside the lift
Is it a rift?
Will I be miffed?
Is it a fifth?
Of my premonitions?

The world
Will yield
Its secrets forth to me
Not one
Concealed
Remaining mystery
If I have to break some doors
If I have to crack some floors
This sphere will bask in my eternal victory

The
Hawks the bats the oaks the roses and the skies
Can one not wonder on the hows the whats and too the whys?
To know
To see
To soar about all free
On a thermal with a raptor's piercing watchful eyes

In truth I may not be a real superpowered girl
But at the least I can still dream of giving it a whirl
You see?
You see?
How awesome I can be?
Don't know about you three but I can take anything the world can hurl

To all all creatures thousandfold possess links which extend
Of stuffs not all unlike our spirits forge a mighty blend
Of dark
Of light
Of black
Of white
Within your enemy in truth may be your greatest friend

On the lift
On the lift
On the lift to Ruin

What a gift
What a gift
What a gift awaits within

Outside the lift
Is it a rift?
Will I be miffed?
Is it a fifth?
Of my expectations?

On the lift
On the lift
On the lift to Ruin

What a shift
What a shift
What a shift will soon begin?

Outside the lift
What sort of drift
Is it a gift?
Is it a grift?
Beyond the lift to Ruin

Moving my user scripts here

Well, if you haven't heard the bad news yet, userscripts.org apparently died because its owner went off to do space photography. So... pretty abruptly, my user script hub got pulled out from under me.

That means my user scripts will be temporarily relocating here, to Sangkara! I can't decide whether archive.org is a better idea or not so I'll just keep them here and update via Dropbox. At the very least I can really, really easily upload updates that way.

Neutrality (Ssivyin's song)

I don't like to think politically
Ceaseless quarrels are annoying to me
If only I could step off this reality
And stride out into the blankness of infinity

I'm a freely-floating entity
No container can encompass me
No matter how I might look for group unity
I'll still be slopping bog-mass mired in an oddity

I'm not full of red-orange sunset rays
Sometimes my grasp on my appearance frays
I'm not a dreamer on the mystic frequency
Nor they to lead your squad to victory

People may think I'm a waste of space
But I can only move at my own pace
I'm not a kettle to pour cups of tea
So why should I try to ought not be me?

I'm not a monster from the shadows
Nor could I soar on flawless swanlike wings
I find rules quite blah but anarchy Herr Straw
To fit the grain goes against my rings

I don't like sheep and I don't like foils
A shade of peach-orange-beige is for what I toil
My flag is a patchwork made of muddled countless skeins
In autonomy I see the only brains

Wheat or chaff
Curd or whey
Why cannot it just be grey

Land or sea
Day or night
Why must all be black or white

Tech or farms
Earth or man
Who drew up this master plan

[Instrumental meanderings]

I'm not one for deep philosophy
Sides and platforms labyrinth endlessly
In my heart I just want to be free
To transcend the boiling deserts of futility

I'm not a saviour from the heavens
Nor could I scald with brands of burning flame
I think it's not that great to just deliberate
But crusading toward death's just lame

You see I don't like fists and I don't like clowns
A stew of lukewarm heat is for what I sound
My anthem is a medley made of myriad jumbled parts
In but neutrality I find the only start

Dogma, fact, now, then
How can we give one the ten

Deft, dumb, friend, jerk
How can we know what will work

Plebs, folk, fiends, kings
How can we divide all things

[Instrumental meanderings]

I don't like to think politically
I'm not one for deep philosophy
In my heart I just want to be free
In my heart I just want to be me