Journey to Vygadan

Story Poem of another world.

by Sharon P. Member since: November 13, 2007 Journey to Vygadan Out there on the rim of the galaxy there is a great blue white sun. Circling it is a smaller red orange companion star. Between them, and out side their orbits are no less then nineteen planets. Fifth orbit out from the pair is a world whose people name it Vygadan. It has tall cool grey green forests, of broad leafed trees. The skies of Vygadan are deep purple at night, a pale violet by day. It's waters run deep purple and hold great rafts of lavender seaweed. It has four small oceans and many fast running rivers. The mountains are old and worn down. It has small pale lavender icy polar caps. Vygadan is an ancient planet. It is a warm world due to the great blue white star. The inhabitants of Vygadan name the great star Old Papa, and the small star Lil Mama. Theirs is a very old civilization that once traveled the stars. Few of them leave home any more. They have seen all of what the Multiverse has to offer. A few still travel among the stars, but most are content at home. They do not bother with all the great technology they once had. If one visits the three great cities, Olass, Targass or Vergaya, once can view it in a museum. Most visitors think they are primitives on Vygadan. What visitors do not see is that the broadcast power runs on solar, thermal and magnetic broadcast energy, and is hidden beneath the ground. If a native Vygadane wishes something, he, or she justs asks, and it is theirs. The visitors do not see this as the Vygadanes don't require much. They prefer their world pristine and healthy. They have been the other route, and out grown it. They are a tall, slender, graceful humanoid people. I think of lions when I see them, but tall and slim. They dress in flowing gowns of a gossamer material that swirl when they move. The colors worn are pale pastels that contrast the Vygadane's violet skin. Much jewelry is worn by both genders. Pale gold, cool silver, and a rainbow of flashing jewels. I would love to visit there, but not stay. No, for the Vygdane's are carnivores after all, and love to hunt.   Sharon Pribble

Author's Note

Fantasy Poem