Through the surface of cratered moon,
shining dimly out to open space,
celestial devices, collecting dust underground.
Among the first exhibits included:
the sandglass, Cupid’s arrow, the scale,
balancing pans of good and evil.
Floors down, one could stumble upon
the stables of the charioteer, Helios,
the dark wet cellar of Tartarus.
But undoubtedly, tucked in
at the back, the main attraction was
a narrow hall leading to rebirth.
Where walls of dark-blue crystal —
chipped, cracked, smashed, and flaked —
captured the colors and shades of their faces
as Gods, led by foreknowledge of Man,
followed the path of that narrow hall
and traversed into Past until undone,
leaving the world to be run by other devices. *
About the Author: Robert William Shmigelsky is an aspiring fantasy writer taking English courses at Okanagan College to improve his writing. Robert has been writing fantasy for himself in his spare time for the last seven years, but only now has begun writing for others. Besides reading and writing, his hobbies include computers and history. He has a dry sense of humor, for which he blames his stepfather. Also, he has a habit of making history jokes that no one but him understands. He is currently working as a certified residential care aide (nursing assistant) in beautiful British Columbia to support his writing. Email: firstname.lastname@example.org Story (c) 2010 Robert William Shmigelsky
About the Artist: Romeo Esparrago is an artist with a sketchy past. Illustration (c) 2010 Romeo Esparrago