(from the point of view of Kirk)
I went back in time
to run after McCoy,
who went past the guardian of forever,
there I met her,
Edith,
One I learned to love,
But then I found that she would soon die, and if I
saved her, the future I knew would be--gone,
I saw her walk across the street,
as the truck came rumbling by,
the doctor tried to save her, but I held him
back.
She'd walked across to see me,
and I stopped the one that could save her,
so in a way,
to tears of mine,
I was the cause, of her ending time...
-Joie
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The City on the Edge of Forever
Kirk’s Monologue: or A Sestina.
Edith Keeler must die.
The question hangs, unanswered
Why is fate so cruel
with us, why must we be the dealers of Justice
Stuck in a time that was never ours,
trying to fix something we don’t understand.
The question hangs, unanswered
Why is fate so cruel
with us, why must we be the dealers of Justice
Stuck in a time that was never ours,
trying to fix something we don’t understand.
Edith, strangely, understands
that which is not, yet—one day all that the world spends on death will die—
they will spend it on life. I feel the hours
counting down, the Doom which no word
can fix—Justice
is a hard, cruel,
that which is not, yet—one day all that the world spends on death will die—
they will spend it on life. I feel the hours
counting down, the Doom which no word
can fix—Justice
is a hard, cruel,
taskmaster. I wonder how I can be so cruel
even as I tell myself she would understand
—but would she? I am on an errand of Justice,
but there is nothing just about such a thing. Yes, all this time I hold her hand, knowing she must die,
I feel so well her goodness, while I am her unanswered
question and her end. No, ours.
even as I tell myself she would understand
—but would she? I am on an errand of Justice,
but there is nothing just about such a thing. Yes, all this time I hold her hand, knowing she must die,
I feel so well her goodness, while I am her unanswered
question and her end. No, ours.
In a few hours,
how can the world and all the universe, so bright, suddenly feel so cruel?
Nothing has changed—nothing, but that I now have my answer—
an answer which, as much I try, I cannot understand.
It is as if I couldn’t hear Spock’s words— “the sun must die.”
How can the killing of an Angel be justice?
how can the world and all the universe, so bright, suddenly feel so cruel?
Nothing has changed—nothing, but that I now have my answer—
an answer which, as much I try, I cannot understand.
It is as if I couldn’t hear Spock’s words— “the sun must die.”
How can the killing of an Angel be justice?
No, rather it is the ultimate evil—no matter what the reason
for this ‘justice’
it is nothing more than mockery—this pale, thin mockery of ours.
And yet, I know it must be done, I know she must die
to save so many other lives…once, I promised myself, I would never be so cruel.
Even though my mind understands
the difference, Kodos stares back at me, a silent answer.
it is nothing more than mockery—this pale, thin mockery of ours.
And yet, I know it must be done, I know she must die
to save so many other lives…once, I promised myself, I would never be so cruel.
Even though my mind understands
the difference, Kodos stares back at me, a silent answer.
And yet I know it is not the same, I should know the answer…
his was tyranny, horror, mine is to prevent tyranny and horror. It is justice—
and Spock would say the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one. He believes it, as I never can, deep in his heart. I understand it, and yet my heart can’t understand.
The weeks and days have run down to mere hours
and still, I try to push away the inevitable, cruel
end. In the end, I cannot watch her die.
his was tyranny, horror, mine is to prevent tyranny and horror. It is justice—
and Spock would say the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one. He believes it, as I never can, deep in his heart. I understand it, and yet my heart can’t understand.
The weeks and days have run down to mere hours
and still, I try to push away the inevitable, cruel
end. In the end, I cannot watch her die.
I understand there is no answer.
I die as she does, killed by myself—harbinger of justice.
Justice—just one more of our names for death. There is no justice, and the world is cruel.
-Noelle
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