DESCANT DESCENDING

 
 

x+y.1.1 RETRIEVAL/ FORM/ WORD

Eurynome the neverending
know me in the darkness sending
know her now she comes descending
know him waiting life unending
dancing waters into mending
bleeding into oceans tending
sea from sky creation lending
time and space beneath you bending
earth and air forever blending
dancing chaos order ending
three in one alive ascending

descant:
a melody or counterpoint sung above the plainsong of the tenor;
the art of composing or improvising contrapuntal part music;
also the music so composed or improvised;
a superimposed counterpoint to a simple melody;
discourse or comment on a theme.

thread: a slender stream, as of water

cord: an anatomical structure (as a nerve or the umbilical cord) resembling a cord
 

x+y.1.2 RETRIEVAL/ FORM/ WORLD

So Inanna sits at the end of time, in the stars that govern tides and crops and seasons measured out now seven thousand years and waits, for the sidereal year, the gap between, eternal rite of harvest. Then when the living world, the world alive, dreams doubled four-point stars, morning and evening, symbols of the male and female principles, Eurynome, the Goddess of All Things, rises up naked from chaos at the beginning/ending of the world and prays them into being, dividing seas from sky, so that she might not dance alone. Consort, other half, the sum of the astronomers, he nestles in behind the Queen of Earth and Heaven, immortally becoming. And they turn cartwheels in the sky, one small blond girl, one Lord of Light, One in the measure joined, remade repaid redeemed, at peace and blissful now that time is done again. They find and count their blessings in the worlds beneath their feet, risen in power, reborn, rebuilt, redreamed, a legend and a lesson and a rhyme.

The Hunter and the Hunted, joined in battle, danced another dance and sung a World to being in their wake. They shed their skin and floated backwards into one another, trust that trumped their nature, safety in each other from the night, the mating of light and darkness, the rule of order, the rule of death, become the universe before it was tamed, true chaos rising, Gemini rising into glory, Eurynome still waiting, gone before to the core of the world they made and mastered.

They rose inside outside and claimed dominion over Earth and Sky and Fire and Water, claimed by the rites of Hieros Gamos, the sacred marriage reenacted on the threshing floor, seed spilling into gardens, seeding the cosmos, strewn from their passage whirling through an empty sky.
 

x+y.1.3 RETRIEVAL/ FORM/ MAKER

memory has a
shape. it leaves
bones in the air,
transparent. it
sings time. she
balancing on the
axis of her
pre-Adamic
double
helix with his
matching
DNA in
ribbons
wrapped around her,
spooning her safe,
protected by the
map of his body,
sleeping in dreams they
share, revolving
slowly in the
empty sky.
to love.
to wake.
to give.
to live.
inside.
still.
turning.


x+y.2.1 RETRIEVAL/ DIVINATION/ PROPHECY

'And there will be a time of crisis, of worlds hanging in the balance. And in this time shall come the anointed, the Master's great warrior. And the Slayer will not know him, will not stop him, and he will lead her into hell.' As it is written, so shall it be.

'Five will die, and from their ashes the anointed shall rise. The Brethren of Aurelius shall greet him and usher him to his immortal destiny.' As it is written, so shall it be.

(The Master reading Aurelian prophecy, BtVS 1.05)

This is the family of Josef Nest, long Master of the Order of Aurelius. He who killed the Slayer once, who rose again and turned his bones to dust. So one did die. So must it be.

Then Darla fell to her own child Angelus, and rose human, and was turned again by their child Drusilla, and then chose to turn to dust to save a child. So two did die. So must it be.

William was called to serve, but chose to serve instead the Slayer, and died on her behalf to protect the Key, and waits in darkness now but still compelled by light. So three did die. So must it be.

Angelus' child Drusilla fell according to the mercy of Angelus, he who damned her, claimed her, granted her last wish, and sent her to her rest. So four did die. So must it be.

Angelus, the last Master of the Order, and the City of Los Angeles, and Master of himself, then chose to die to save the two below, the Slayer rising now with William from the earth. So five did die. So must it be.

'And there will be a time of crisis, of worlds hanging in the balance. And in this time shall come the anointed, the Master's great warrior. And the Slayer will not know him, will not stop him, and he will lead her into hell.' As it is written, so shall it be.

The Slayer and the lesser god, Prometheus, Orpheo, Lucifer the fallen star of the morning, danced the dark dance together but were changed within, and fell together, according to their natures, into prophecy and out of time. They claimed each other in a harvest rite that changed the world we know, and so she followed him into darkness but remained in light. And he turned inside her changed and was not burned by light, the one who waits, the one we waited for, the Master of the Hunt, the sacred marriage, unbarren union of the Slayer DNA with that of the one True King.

And from the ashes of the five the Anointed will arise, the Master of the New World, and we choose to stand here, Dark Lords of the Order of Aurelius, allied with the forces of the light we wait to greet him and fulfill the prophecies for which we waited now time out of mind for him to come, the one who mates, the Slayer called by Slayer finally to dance that long dance on the bones of the Master's family and take his place as Master of the World Above, a Lord of Light.

'Five will die, and from their ashes the anointed shall rise. The Brethren of Aurelius shall greet him and usher him to his immortal destiny.' So here we stand for him, to celebrate their Sacred Union at this place of power, above the Well of the Slayer, her womb, the Mother of the World to Come, in grace we come to greet her, know her, bringing the gifts that waited for this day, the sacred chalice, given to both in recognition that they are the Anointed, the Chosen, and the prophecy is fulfilled, and the cup passes from us finally and grants us rest. Arise! Arise! Arise! Arise! Arise! Arise! In light they shall be all we know of heaven, at last the miracle we see, the Order ending as we praise them, and we burn. As it is written, so shall it now be.
 

x+y.2.2 RETRIEVAL/ DIVINATION/ TARA

Time for me to go.

Oh no you don't, no rest for you. You promised me you'd show me gardens.

You can't miss them, they're everywhere, all the way up.

I need you to tell me all the names of the flowers. Will you help me plant a garden in the world above?

The bargain was for One.

Not true. Willow only unmade the First Bargain. Dawn opened the doors herself. I bartered with the Gatekeepers, I won the Game, and I paid the Ferryman. Not bad for naked, huh? I'm never telling where I had to hide the coin. And Xander's holding the ticket for our passage up, three places, paid in advance. See? I'm almost old enough to be getting wise.

I think you are. So you won't owe anything?

I played to take what I needed. I needed him, which you of course knew way before me. And I need you, because I always get into such a terrible muddle without you.

When I first met you, I thought you were unkind.

Oh, that was Faith. The two of you will just have to work that out. Truth of the matter is, it's deeply symbolic. Three in one need to rise up through the Axis of the Worlds. And you're our third in this triune, Spike's Glinda and my friend. I even know why it's three. In our very own new version of the life after life, you are the catalyst, the guardian, the go-between, the Keeper of the Matrix, Our Lady of Peace, the Mistress of Connections. You're the glue, so time to get all sticky.

I suppose you'll be needing pancakes, and buffalo wings, from time to time.

Spike likes them hot. Dawn likes the heart-shaped ones. She's waiting not so very patiently. There's no help for it. You have to meet your terrible destiny, just like I did, and that's biology, the study of how to live. 
 

x+y.2.3 RETRIEVAL/ DIVINATION/ FATES

Everyone ready? One, two, three. Now. Going. Up:

change inside history
in love
my charge, my daughter

we see eternity
in all
we taught her

poesy, memory
flow out
like sand, like water

injury, augury
that never
caught her

the gift of ecstasy
the rhymer
brought her

transcendent unity
they bring
we've got her

warm and loved and
finished and now
home


x+y.3.1 RETRIEVAL/ CHORUS/ FORCES 1

Wesley. What do you want?

It's late. Time to go.

Too late for me. I know, I made my choices.

The whole world's changed.

You fancy me in a white hat now?

No. Lots of colour in this world, Lilah. Come and see.

Why?

I'd just like to see how you look standing beside me in the light.
 

x+y.3.2 RETRIEVAL/ CHORUS/ FORCES 2

Lydia? Giles. Yes, very well, thank you. We have lost allies to the fight, but we still control the meadow, and they're drawing them up the cable as we speak. Have Charles and Lorne proved useful? I'm glad. Their talents did seem a good match to your requirements. No, everyone caught in the stairwell, on both sides, died there. Thank you for the warning; things might have gone quite differently if we hadn't known. There was a bit of a skirmish, topside, and as far as we know none of those who chose to stand against us lived to tell the tale. And our intelligence is tolerably reliable. Do you need reinforcements? Because I think perhaps we could spare them now, at least until the final battle. I agree, it's paramount to protect that library for the sake of future generations. When Buffy and Spike get some rest, we'll all put our heads together with Faith and Wesley and the girls and decide what's best to do about all the new Slayers. Especially since our tentative understanding is that this Calling will prove to be the last. We could use some of the Council's considerable resources there, both financial and academic. But I think we can safely assume that the Council will never be granted any authority over the girls. Essentially, though, Lydia, you are the Council now, and we believe we can trust you to make the best possible disposition of those resources that remain to you. What is your situation personally? Do you wish to be relieved? That's a dangerous position you're in there; you might be safer here. No, I quite understand, we must all do our duty as we see it in the world to come. And in that I want to personally wish you well. You have shown much fortitude in choosing your own path at the critical moment. Yes, we'll all look forward to meeting at last for tea after the war is over.
 

x+y.3.3 RETRIEVAL/ CHORUS/ FORCES 3

They rise in harness out of time, in space transcending, three going up the axis of the spiral stairs that two came down. One small blond girl, still holding on, one vampire curled around her nesting, one guardian angel to embrace them both and keep them safe, triumvirate, triad. The helix axis runs through the base pairs. Two pure posthuman genomes, designed and built to die, to kill, to mate, to join, to make a new world on the ashes of the old, the Chosen hold the balance now and they hold the stairs, protected always by the strength inside, pure Summers, and the strength that those who love her lend her, always and forever, for the light. And every level they rise past stretches out to infinity blooming, gardens as far as the eye can see, all different, endlessly proliferating from the bloody footsteps of the Slayer in the labyrinths of the land of death, come gathering, the Queen of Earth and Heaven and the Underworld, Buffy Inanna once Sumerian is learning the names of all the flowers at last, and there are no longer any shades to see. Up they rise, past duty and dreams, past hope and blood and fear, where Angel and Angelus and Cordelia died, past walls and weapons and the Well of the Slayer where the Aurelians wait, back to the meadow where they come to greet her, family and love she took with her on her last journey and refused to ever give up. 
 

x+y.4.1 RETRIEVAL/ SOLILOQUY/ ANGEL

three things
in this world
i have loved:
a good broadsword,
a good end,
and a girl in sunlight.
 

x+y.4.2 RETRIEVAL/ SOLILOQUY/ SPIKE

I'll just step back and play the damsel rescued, shall I, doe-eyed, dewy, yeah, I can bring that off, don't want to steal her moment, she's the hero after all and I can't be the dragon any more, unless she wants me to, of course. I'll have you know it takes two beautiful women to rescue the likes of me. This is the meadow where Willow did the spell that brought her back the first time. Come forward, blessed one. Know your calling. Heart of the fawn. I couldn't have done that to her. Still, here now and whole and shining bright as ever. Hand in mine, that's new. Hand of the Slayer. Not the Slayer. Slayer emeritus. Won't be letting go at this end, not in this immortal lifetime. And the boy came through, kept the ticket, even laid on blankets, I could get to like that boy, and there needs to be a carpenter. Tara and Willow floating, got that look of wonder, I may have it too. Well, it's a day of magic, isn't it? Bit's got a hug these days that's more of a tackle. Summers women, none of them ever did do helpless. The Watcher's looking fragile, lost her one too many times now, I expect. A lot of people I don't know, Angel's crew maybe. Who's the madonna? And that one must be Faith, the Queen of Fire and Water, another little whirling dervish, I see she loves my girl, and she didn't lose too many little ones in battle, guess she'll do. This is all Buffy's family. She brought me home. There'll be blood waiting in the fridge, and where do I sleep this time, now that she brings her heart? That hand's still caught in mine, and all my home forever lives inside her eyes. The Bright One, is she not for me? She gives me all of this today, a duty and a gift, a meadow full of family to care for and protect in the name of love, till the end of the world, even if that should happen to be today.
 

x+y.4.3 RETRIEVAL/ SOLILOQUY/ BUFFY

Flowers and presents, best birthday ever, and it isn't even. Can there be chocolate too? I can't wait to see Willow's face when we come through. Yep, there it is. No tears allowed, you both did good. Go make each other happy now we're home. I've got you, lost boy: don't look back, and don't let go. Hope someone thought to bring a blanket. Bonus points for two. Well, Xander did, imagine that. Giles looks so tired. Where's Dawn? She smells of home. Triangulating odds to find location, need to tell Tara that, so much new stuff to know. Boy, Wes has changed. So that's the kid.  The meadow's not quite trampled: seven days in the job, and the girl's already a better general than me. My family. Something to eat and a do not disturb sign, even if Armageddon comes today. We have a different ceremony to enact, and it's only meant for two, and it lasts forever. 
 

x+y.5.1 RETRIEVAL/ ECHO/ WITNESS ARIAS

Just as the truth about the future would be attained only if man were in touch with a knowledge wider than his own, so the truth about the past could be preserved only on a like condition. Its human repositories, the poets, had (like the seers) their technical resources, their professional training; but vision of the past, like insight into the future, remained a mysterious faculty, only partially under its owner's control, and dependent in the last resort on divine grace. By that grace poet and seer alike enjoyed a knowledge denied to other men. In Homer the two professions are quite distinct; but we have good reason to believe that they had once been united, and the analogy between them was still felt. The gift, then, of the Muses, or one of their gifts, is the power of true speech.

(E R Dodds, The Greeks and the Irrational)
 

x+y.5.2 RETRIEVAL/ ECHO/ MEMORY

How many days?

One hundred and forty-seven.

You came down the stairs.

Yep. The doors are open.

Plan to stay?

Taking the elevator back up.

How are things up there?

There's a parade. Seventy-six bloody trombones.

How does it go this time round?

We're gonna save the world. Wanna come?
 

x+y.5.3 RETRIEVAL/ ECHO/ INVOCATION

To all who dwell in the worlds beneath the world, remember.
This Slayer who travels on your sacred ground is the Protector, and not the Avenger.
Lend her your grace.
In the midst of death, her gift is always life.
Creation follows in her path.
She has come to the bottom of the world alone and
undefended in search of treasure she
already holds in her heart.
Lend her the warmth you have, grant her dominion.
Though she has descended alone, let her pass
upward now and out intact,
protecting all she needs to bring.
For she has died twice already, and given all she had,
and there is no rest for her yet, because
in this world above she is still sorely
needed, and much loved.


x+y.6.1 RETRIEVAL/ PLAINSONG/ BARD'S TALE

And there on the other side she followed her heart, and found it, right where she left it, on the other side of the crypt door. "So, I read this thing somewhere, and always wanted a chance to say it," she said, "And here's where I get to: I come to you as I have always come, with empty hands." "Not true", he answered, blue eyes widening, "because this time at last I can see your heart". And she, and he, together went up, and out, and never looked back. To the end of the line where Xander stood faithful and brave with the ticket he kept stamped paid, and then to the blanketing embrace of all the family she made and held on to, against all odds, in her sunlit world. To prepare all together for a final battle, and afterwards to live unencumbered in a world made safe at last by the choices they all made.
 

x+y.6.2 RETRIEVAL/ PLAINSONG/ LYRIC

he
moving in
spirals
out of
darkness

she
moving in
spirals
bearing
light

two
become
one
Chosen into
sunlight still

unchained


x+y.6.3 RETRIEVAL/ PLAINSONG/ BALLAD

seven years down and a short trip back
was the length of the Slayer's reign
and in that time she died but twice
but she came right back again

two vampires fell into her light
and the first was cursed with a soul
when she gave her maidenhead to him
she could not keep him whole

so the first she loved she sent to hell
but he didn't come back the same
and he left her high, and he left her dry
though forever was his game

there was no way back, there was no way in
and she slammed shut every door
she had left her heart in the land of death
and she couldn't feel anymore

then the second one lacked any soul at all
but he loved her anyway
and he helped her back from the land of death
where she would have liked to stay

and he tried to keep his promises
but no matter how hard he tried
the demon rose and it struck her down
for it would not be denied

when he got the soul, it was done for her
and he lived with all that pain
still trying to help protect her world
without any hope of gain

when he died to keep her sister safe
he wanted to set her free
but she would not leave him there alone
in pain and agony.

the Slayer went down to the underworld
and she played the game of Life
for the second one never was dead at all
in his heart or the afterlife

and she left behind everything she loved
just to ransom back his soul
and she brought her heart that she kept so dark
for she needed him to be whole

it was dark dark night but she made it bright
and she waded through blood to the knee
and she changed the world, and empowered the girl
and she set them both quite free

when she slew the dragons and won the game
she brought him her heart to hold
then she drew him out of the outer dark
and she gathered him into the fold

Inanna went down to the underworld
and she played the god of night
she won back all that she needed there
and restored the world to light

while behind her in her footsteps bloomed
the power of the human heart
the blood that covered the battlefield
had become her garden of art

and she left behind the world she knew
but returned to a world remade
with her heart restored, and her duty done
and a universe yet to save

when she held the world in her hands that night
its balance had been restored
since she gave her office and lent her grace
and she helped him at the ford

so time and space were the same at last
and they danced between the lines
and he sowed his seed and she ceased to bleed
where the gifted chalice shines

they danced upon the waters of birth
at the edge of all that's known
and she followed her heart right back to the start
no longer made of stone

come forward, blessed one, at last
this offering we give
of all that has been stripped away
to make a demon live
 
 

maker: jill robinson

macha@ntl.sympatico.ca

1st draft, early version: 31 Oct 2002
2nd and 3rd draft, early version: Nov 2002
4th draft, early version: Dec 2002
1st draft, 1st half of final version: Jan 2003
1st draft, 2nd half of final version: Jan-Mar 2003