Adrian The Great, Canto 1

The Argument

The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of his own eminence and extending the empire, forced many a reluctant youth to fight for their country against foreign nations, which in past had been the allies of this country, and thus he brought ultimate distress and often death of theirs. Those who denied being a soldier for the battles, were at once imprisoned. This agony of the people would continue had Adrian the Great, a captive, not first gathered other powerful warriors to rebel against the king. They fled the Prison Aster at one night and landed on a tiny island to the south of Britain. Here the great warriors discoursed about a second attack on the king’s army, and Adrian recounted his plan to battle against Hades.

All who’re incarcerated grievously there
In gloomy alcoves of stupendous prisons
Decided t’raise a strong protest against
The powerful mandarins who brought distress
For all them, dripping unforgettable pain 5
And misery on thousands of men that dwelt
In Prison Aster, with the leadership
Of Adrian, for whose sake, I resolve
To write this verse, O Muse! and chant the glory
Of wretched people vying for a tough victory. 10

Who knows not how by ghastly guile augmented
The denizens of state’s black custody,
And how the faintest voice was throttled
To moaning sobs of hopelessness forever?
That ye I tell from what predicament, 15
With valour, rebelled excruciated men
Against the despotism, which grieved them long,
Putrifying their flesh and blood amidst
The dark miasma that prevailed beneath
Concrete roofs, and behind iron bars, 20
And accomplished their dream t’emancipate
Themselves as well mankind from fiendish terror.

From three directions nature manifested
As sentries; deepest bays and highest hills
Around the prison glistened as the Sun 25
Steeped with brilliant resplendence over
England, making all the territory
Exulted, lucent, seething with sheen.
Here burgeoned ancient rapture ‘mongst all birds,
That revelled ‘round the firmament, but 30
Alas ! Forgot the heaven to bestow
Rejuvenating splendour upon those
Men of Prison Aster, pallid, grey,
As ever they were mourning down the caverns
And dungeons, whose Cimmerian state as 35
Opposed to lustrous sunbeams, triggered pain
Eternal t’innocent folks, until came
Adrian the Great t’obliterate
The plight of naïve men, pouring portions of
His prowess onto them to balk this crime 40
Heinously contrived by th’autocracy
O’th’ state, imposed on her own poor people.
Then in this glorious morning Adrian
Rose above his fatigued countrymen
With an aura glowing ‘round his head 45
That could impart impeccable vigour to them.
Now the great warrior, stalwart, stood,
Dejected at the humble trait of his men,
Perforating strongest stones of England
With his grave voice, making too the soft 50
Breeze to freeze in terror, thus began;
“Myself being a prisoner I abhor
This state of nescience, O John, I implore
Thee to fill thy heart with fiery passion,
As you’ve the latent ardour to negate 55
This anarchy, nefarious in nature.
Fifty days ago you called the power
Of this stringent wicked monarch into
Question, and defied all his apparent
Might, and when by crooks he sent our men 60
Behind the bars, thou durst astounded him,
Assaulted two of his top entourages,
Leading one of whose life to hell.”
“O lord! Thy humble followers are ever
Ready t’execute what thou dost ordain, 65
And I, the humblest of them, how could dare
Reject thee to expose my insolence?
Never should I, for I know what sublime
Challenge hast thou taken ‘gainst our king,
Who never thinketh over the tragedy 70
Of his own countrymen when wounded or dead
In foreign lands, and mourn their life, aye life!
Not for themselves, I know, my lofty friend !
As they are never afraid of valorous death,
But for little children and rosy wives. 75
So whate’er asketh thou we’d strive to do,
That to us freedom is the final aim”,
Promptly thus quoth another captive, John.
Many other people were list’ning to them
Whilst standing ‘round with rapt attention there. 80
Amongst them Joseph, born in an exalted
Family, proposed for a sudden strike
On their deserving troops the next morning.
He thought the arsenal was able enough
To bring severe damage on Hades’ army, 85
That he cherished with great conceit, and used
To boast while conquering barren lands through wars,
Futile in nature, and indeed thus brought
Deaths on thousand young lives, newly bloomed
As spring-time flowers, that scatter fragrance, 90
Indeed sweet, yet preserve the sweeter for
Ensuing days warmer as summer doth approach.
One Leonard, a spunky soldier, never feared
The death, and stood he speechless hitherto,
Now buttressed Joseph’s plan for sudden blow 95
That they could wreak if Adrian at once
Would permit, pondered thus, did he begin;
“O Great! I know thou stand’st apart from rest
Of us, and hast thou done this solemn task
Of rousing true esprit de corps amongst 100
All of us, who fought for our fiendish king,
Reluctant, yet compelled for lack of vigour,
And reticently bowed before his will.
Mayst thou not know how in far distant land
Of Sweden, I, alone, did show the courage 105
Of using my spears to pierce those breasts of foes.
But I will never acknowledge them as
My truest enemies, as thou dost know,
When kinsmen do become one’s foes, can do
Any chaps from any other clan 110
Excel them in chicanery and malignance?
We therefore crave thy ultimate power to bloom
In this auspicious moment of our upheaval
Against the mighty rival potent ‘nough
To vivisect their opponent and pelt 115
The corpses to the bays around whole England,
Unless a warrior like thee, O thou Adrian!
Who being undaunted of the brunt of death
As well its deadly grasp from which mankind
Hath ever failed to escape from time to time, 120
Or great chieftains, though never felt a dread,
Their followers must had dejection over that
The leader might meet premature cessation
Of life and thus perhaps would herald doom
For them, infusing an unprecedented 125
Throe upon their heart and brain as well,
Doth come, O thou the chieftain of our squad!
The strongest of all mortals! did abort
Our enemies’ obnoxious pride immense,
Through the battle of Wadron, whence retuned 130
Victorious Adrian’s side, and thus
Put forth the primary challenge to King Hades”.
Then drops of silence oozed into the world,
As great heroes at once did cease to make
It tremble with their baritone. And yet 135
The leaves continued rustling i’th’ soft breeze
That wafted through an English shore, where they
Perchance did enter into without knowledge,
Having fled the prison by a trick
Brilliant, so to say, which churned out from 140
The quarries rich of Adrian’s brain. That is
Another story of their struggle ‘wards
Inevitable success as opposed to their
Formerly distress i’th’ Prison Aster, where
For about a hundred square days lay 145
In utmost woe the heroes till one night
The vanguard found an accomplice who helped
The captives, in spite of being a member of
The iniquitous party of King Hades,
To break the bars fragile in nature, as 150
He only knew which of the bars were so,
And also disillusioned as he was
With Hades and his frequent acts of sin, of which
The countrymen did reap the bitter fruits.
That night the moon glowed dim as if she too 155
Did take Adrian’s side and paved the way
O’that sacred fleeing through the meadows dark,
And wealds sombre so that they could rush
And gallop through the lands away from the
Arid territory of Hades, too off 160
They fled, and farther and farther in order to go,
Decided to swim across a mystic cove
To reach a safe and peaceful state, where could
No English regal sentry spread his deadly
Clasp to put for once again into behind 165
The bars the fugitives who would now mull
Over how wreak a second blow
On dreadful despot now enjoying in
His royal court the songs and ballet, which from
Dawn to dusk the gracious concubines 170
Performed with absolutely tempting gait,
Or if the horrible news of their fleeing
(Though know I not if already had reached
Him and violated thus his joy)
Perplexed his mind and May’s carousals 180
With the anticipation of another
Siege, and who didst know that might lead them
To fall from royal grace! Though proven was
That Adrian’s armour never equalled his,
And twenty thousand soldiers with about 185
A same multitude of the cavaliers,
Would trounce to utter humiliation all that
Would dare to war on Hades the Knave of England!
But the king must know no other rebel
Was he, but Adrian! He that with his comrades, 190
Had fled to unknown lands but only to come
Back again with power rejuvenated,
And ingenious art of war unknown,
Unheard to most of them, perhaps
Might hail eternal perdition for the crooks. 195
When he’d invade the kingdom like West Wind,
Destructive yet the deadly tentacles
It throweth for annihilating all that
Is worn-out, decrepit – woe to the new world,
Or like a sudden gale ephemeral, 200
Yet dunce is he that decries its strength,
For all it doth is to smother lifeless herbs
With snowy squadron, lay ‘em down the fields
That must turn out the nurture of the woods,
Vivid, verdant in the ensuing spring, 205
Thus Adrian would assault the king with his
Horse, which had the speed of Arion,
Of Adrastus that helped him to escape,
But Crater, the steed of Adrian, never learnt
To flee, instead to vanquish or be vanquished, 210
A true fiducial thrall of a master, who’s
As valorous as he, would fearlessly
Go in front of hundred cannons, yet
Be able parrying death and ‘leaguer him
Whose paramount potence at length did cast 215
A shudd’ring shackle ‘round entire mankind.
All the suggestions gyrated around
His brain with the intention of arousing
Acute acumen, and provided it
With cunning theories of warfare. Then 220
In no time, like a major calamity,
Should war ensue a’th’ very heart of England.
Now over and o’er again in various ways
Thus pondered, Adrian hailed his anxious folks.
Aloud he cried and thus again began; 225
“O ye compeers, do lend your ears to me!
Now I am going to enumerate
Whatever have I still contrived for our
Next rampage in the Palace of Hartford,
Know I though difficult to penetrate , 230
But thousand cavalcades I hope erewhile
Shall deafen old warmongers, stultify ‘em
So that can they forget to brandish spears
And swords and cannons¬– all that requires a crew
To flabbergast their rivals. Hence to take 235
On the army of King Hades, ye should
Delay no more, rather, at once to pounce
Upon the evil, with our thousand knights,
Or more or less, prepare yourselves, O ye!
That must tomorrow through this bight set sail 240
For British Island, and shall enter into
A secret creek not infested with king’s
Fiducial sentries and the adulators,
Whence through Surrey we will cut across
To London, where accursed, albeit aloft, 245
Raiseth Hartford Palace magnificent.
Its crest so high that still is visible
From here – our target shineth ‘gainst the gleams
As if Apollo locates the pinnacle of evil,
That craves a fine destruction of its own, 250
For know ye all, with mountains of wickedness
And abysmal height, who wants to sham?
Come nearer, mates! Now tell ye I the most
Crucial point that is the time when we
Will plunge into the king’s domain, of course 255
Stealthily at first, for they have weapons
Abundant to defend this, so should be
It too late for them to prepare to save
Themselves from that severe assailment; hence,
Within no time the congeries of sins, 260
The Hartford ought to be at one with clay.
Tomorrow when the day will once again
With sprightly songs of May and gay refulgence
Dawn with ‘nother machination of Hades
To battle ‘gainst the Galls or Turks or Teutons, 265
At once shall he notice that counted are
His days and terminated his belligerence.
And all ye know, O mighty peers of mine !
The Danes were always our ally against
Norwegians and many heathen tribes, who came 270
To English Isle from time to time, so as
To rape and plunder our rich troves, or to
Buccaneer, and thus despoil our wealth.
And hence ye find no reason why should we
Go ‘gainst the friendly chaps of Denmark; so 275
With little intellectual effort can ye
All apprehend in fatuous battles we
Did lose our men, though won, but never may
Heal these wounds o’the bosom of our state.
Fate hath its power to alter things in moments, 280
And hath been taking Hades’ party long,
But none, O pardners ! now can save the rogues
From obvious doom. And furthermore, ye shouldn’t
Forget the role of Hades’ exhorters to
Promote malicious joy amongst all those 285
Hostile warmongers in the Hartford– Caston
And Crowlithe, two most perspicacious ‘mongst
The mandarins of his, who feed the tree,
Murderous in nature, like pure water
And lustrous sunbeams, thus infusing all 290
That is corrupt and vicious into his mind,
As Damocles in ancient time did nurture
Lovingly the autocracy of
Dionysius, famous for his vile
Acts, and they endangered many a life. 295
In previous raid we had the help and support
Of English people that lost faith in Hades,
And those confined for no great reason than
Defying his despotic decree to fight
Against the Danes and those remained in England, 300
Still turned against the royal order on
The ground of promulgating peacefulness,
And that was why we could return untouched
Causing much harm to his greatly structured
Troops, but this time we sally forth 305
Alone and prove our real intrepidity
In the face of evil’s horrid wrath.
The Astel field will be completely under
Stark vigilance and thence approaching to
The Hartford is nothing but a dream, and hence 310
O John! thou shouldst accompany and
Lead the rank and file through Hackstar boulevard
Where I believe the regal guards will pay
Less attention for the foreign or
The homely foes; however, galloping steeds 315
Lest portend them of grim invasion, should
Ye not go there a-stridden, more
I say you difficult it is to veer
Towards the Hartford for our cavalrymen,
As dense thickets they grow for quelling 320
Assaults as natural barrier, so shouldst thou
Be on thy foot, with thy emblazoned armour,
And first inspect the situation if
Conducive or not so, for I want everything
To be perfect and neatly stipulated 325
So that another convalescence would
On part of theirs be quiet hard to achieve.
There at the fag-end of the boulevard, shall
We perhaps observe a monstrous wall
Whose lofty parapet though might enkindle 330
A dread, I must say yon the deep blue sea
And this bright sunshine is a happy auspice,
Proclaiming an inevitable conquest
Of ours. And shalt thou John summon therefore
Thy crew as find’st the moment optimum 335
To comminute that rampart with all force
And enter Gilson’s hall untremblingly.
There with the death of felonious Hades
Will born be ‘gain the English crowd at large.”
Thus spake the passionate chieftain to his men, 340
As sprightly zeal did flow through bloody veins
Of Leonard, Joseph and John’s fiery limbs.

The end of Canto the First

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