Nightrun E-Book

Derya Yalimcan

• Herausgeber: BoD - Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

At the darkest hour, in the deepest night, I was carrying my everlasting fright. The churning sea, and the storm, Oh, heaviest burden, and raging fire, While ascending higher and higher, I feel the shadows, it is sure, Once, I remember, I was pure. Burning waters, raining fires, Elements are shaken, trembling the earth, I gave up my birthright, my birth. Driven I am already, by demonic forces. And the four knights are riding with their horses, Only for me, oh my soul, flee, flee, Lord where are you? Save me, My Majesty...

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Dr. Johann Faust’s incantation

Nightrun version A

Nightrun version B

The King Marches

The Silent Moon and the Paladin

By your dark art I conjure you.

Stand now to answer me,

whatever means you choose.

And should you then unleash the winds

To rage against the holy churches,

And should the raging sea, angry and wild,

With one tempest wipe out all ships,

And should all harvests fail from hail and rain,

Should all strong castles crumble and fall

On those who dwell in them,

And should all pyramids and palaces

And all proud summits sink into the ground,

Yes, even if the structures of the earth should break,

Answer me. Answer my questions now.

Dr. Johann Faust

Nightrun Version A

Once, there was a tale of freedom.

This is the reason why I think,

I conjured him in a dark, deep night.

He was not lightful in himself,

but he was glossy and bright.

"Who are you?" I asked him hesitantly, and he said:

"At heart you know me already – and I am dead."

I said: It doesn’t matter to me, let me listen to you ..."

"If you like, I will concentrate, as I always do.

He begun to narrate his tale in a calm way,

and I listened to him with profound sadness,

I realized, what I heard was raging madness ...:

My own sin was to think and to ask. To ask the right questions. I am the devil incarnate, "apostasy" and "heresy" are my virtues.

I am the anti. Eradicate me so that your world of horribleness can remain intact. But first I will sow in you the seed of doubt. For the seed of doubt is the greatest weapon of the devil, the devil whom you hate. Thus, your destructive deity and his earthly henchmen shall be destroyed by this very one. I curse you, you culprits, you delinquents of mankind. May Dante's inferno come upon you, you wretched betrayers of God and men. For centuries you have ruthlessly subjugated mankind. But I am a human, and I can think. If this is my sin, I will perish for it. You "canis domini" have perverted all faith and all men. In the light of faith, you burn human souls. But I, like many, stand firm against it. Because I have never learned to give up. Not that which is the essence of religion, but what is necessary for your "Politicon Machiavelli" and manipulation of the "Vox populi" you have sold as faith. I will fight until my last dying breath. Because I have never learned to give up... When I look around me within these cold walls, who knows what pitiful soul was here before in fear of his life, within the semi-darkness of these damp walls,where hardly any daylight penetrates. Only straw to lie on... and food deprivation... Don't you pitiful, fat creatures know... fasting is the source of inspiration for the brain. You mutants have fallen into decadent drunkenness. A golem contains more divinity than the miserable creatures that you are. More Dionysian than religious are you who betrayed God. Thus, I am ready for my personal suffering of my "Via Dolarosa". Today I stand up to defend the "Deus Mundi" against the "Imperatrix Mundi". Today is the end of the "Pax Civilitatis" because I am coming to destroy your dogmas. Amen.’

‘"Abandon all hope ye who enter here!" Dante Alighieri wrote in his passion of the deepest soul "Inferno", his opus magnum. So now I will enter ....’

Prima Interrogatio …

‘This dismal atmosphere does not impress me. I look at their fat faces, they glow with arrogance and cruelty. These devils have already reached their judgment. Dante went through the "Inferno" for a promise to Beatrice. But I walk through a "Divine Comedy" for a promise. My last battle. I look at the faces of these self-promoters, how mundane and earth-bound they are. In their pale faces and fat bellies, the vulgar pompous banality of these "Rex mundi" screams at me. Dying I will see the doubt in you, so that you may burn, may burn in your own hell and "Cerberus" may tear your pitiful souls apart ... Not even a dock you have for me to stand in ... halfnaked I stand before the tribunal of these monsters in human form, like Simon Peter once stood before the Caesar. So let us begin in nomine Imperatrix Mundi:’

Judge one: "Renegade, you know why you are on trial?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"I believe that imagination is the wall that draws the boundaries of our world, like barriers that surround us. But if you release your imagination into freedom, it will be able to reach unimagined heights."

Judge two: "But there must be boundaries set to thinking, so that man does not renounce his faith."

Judge to two: "So why are you here?"

"I am accused of being a renegade, Your Honor. But for my defense, I will answer in the words of Dante:

"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis."

Judge three: "Titles, knowledge, literature, terms, foreign words, education, all of it just too worldly. Do you know what this outrageous accusation of being a renegade means, and especially, how it matters to you personally?"

Judge three: "So?"

I look deep into the judge’s eyes: "So what, Your Honor?"

The sudden blow to my head by the guard’s club has me almost collapse in pain. I stagger, but I will not fall, not yet.

Judge three: "Well?"

I straighten up again and look into the judges’ eyes and think…:

‘You can't kill me, not yet. First you must let me betray myself. First you must break me.’

"So what, Your" ...

The guard’s club connects again. The pain ...

I stagger, trying ...

… Darkness ...

‘I'm running through a meadow, it's spring. I am seven years old... I want to climb that tree there. None of the children dare to climb that tree, but I will make it, I will climb it, I run to the tree and...’

A cold waterfall wakes me up, chilled... I have the taste of blood in my mouth ... ‘This is my blood which is given for you, as that savior, the Nazarene, once said ...’

The two guards support me so that I can stand again.

I feel dizzy and the blood is pounding in my head.

Judge one: "Hit the renegade only on his arms and legs, so that he remains capable of being interrogated ..."

Blood runs from my forehead into my eyes. I wipe it from my eyes with my left hand so that I can see again. The guards, these pitiful creatures, how submissively they nod their heads, bowing and cringing.

Judge two: "So, you know what a renegade is?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, I am familiar with the definition of the term."

Judge one: "So, what is a renegade?"

"The renegade is disenchanted with the world he has turned away from, or sees himself deceived, used, or cheated by it."

Judge one: "Are you then a renegade?"

"Yes, Your Excellency. I am a renegade because you have deceived and cheated me..."