SOULCUTTER
Pullmanns epic saga 'His Dark Material', takes Lyra and her demon pan, the protagonists, in the first book 'The Golden Compass' on a journey to the north of a world, in which everybody wear their soul in form of an animal demon on their outside. In the empire of the polarbears, she tries to free her friend and many other stolen children and with her she carries a truthfinder. But this mechanism can't find words for the cruelty that lingers in a valley next to their path. So she seperates from the army of pygmaens and is just escorted by the rogue polarbear to reveal the unbearable fate of all their lost children. To bound them closer to the strict system build on belief and abandoning facts based on sience, the government built a machine to cut the soul from them and form them to drones who follow blindly.
Lyra return to the group together with the sullen apperation but not even the warm arms of his mother could stop the soulless child to seek his demon where no living being can go.
A sinister chapter in the book and a turning point in the whole story. For sure a story a crow would like to tell.
bitter arctic cold and vast, deep silence of north
will be broken by war and bring back what was taken
a viller hold captive by cruelty itself
even truth can't stand to tell this lurid disclosure
blinding light in radiant steel
dividing grit, malevolence in pure design
closing doors, the end comprehended
a mechanism crowned, by blades' relentless fall
break the regime of original sin
through the verge of eternal dimensions
a cut, so strong, opens the gate
a cry, in vain, as soul turns to dust
beneath northern light and distant cities within
were passed unseen as fear gave rush its motion
this soulless child upon intrepid bearer
a sullen apparition, even his flesh crawled
blinding light in radiant steel
dividing grit, malevolence in pure design
closing doors, the end comprehended
a mechanism crowned, by blades' relentless fall
break the regime of original sin
through the verge of eternal dimensions
a cut, so strong, opens the gate
a cry, in vain, as soul turns to dust
Woe.
in haste they reach, through the dark and cold,
to where flames colour snow in amber and gold
a save haven won't bring him rest
his last breath unvails his deamons place
break the regime of original sin
through the verge of eternal dimensions
a cut, so strong, opens the gate
a cry, in vain, as soul turns to dust
