Nathrangking

I decided that I wanted to put myself to the test. As a result I am challenging myself to write a new full length poem every week for the next year. I don't know if I can, but  I want to try. To keep myself honest I am going to try and post the new poem to the shard in a public post like this one. If at any point this becomes annoying to someone please reach out and I'll stop. It is though the most effective way that I can think of at the moment to keep myself from missing a week. Without anymore delay the poem of week #2:

                                         Memories Unraveled

   Howls echo across the barren sands as in the distance a clash is brewing between two mighty warring kingdoms. Choking clouds of dust cover the rivers that raised these enemies from suckling infants to hardened and unyielding warriors. Up above in the skies blazing chariots of fire race about blanketing the realm in darkness bred not of the chaos serpent, but rather of the order of battle. The moons raise blades against one another and spill oceans of blood as they rise beside the suns. 

   In the clouds the falcon headed son bleeds rivers that stain the whole of the grounds below as he is punished with wicked biting blows delivered gleefully by a lord borne upon eagle’s wings and a blowhard king with four vassals. Waves of power slam into each other as one who is three assaults the sisters of the dead lord. The whole of the universe quakes. Cracks appear in reality while the jackal and the prince of those who have been slain call their eternal legions to eviscerate the realm of those who still live.

   From the lifeless desert the hated one rises. His animalistic sneer grabs hold of the armored avenger in an unforgiving crushing vise. Three sisters grab hold of an ancient scale and crush it underfoot. Palaces crumble and cities are swallowed whole as slaughtering gods free their inhibitions. Storms sweep across the living and dead removing all memories from time and space. White hot flames melt stone and turn the earth into tombs of jagged fragments of shattered glass.

   Ra falls into the all-consuming abyss and void. The glow of his light is vanquished and the silver of the moon fades. Horus kneels in iron chains his crown broken as is the power of the spells of Isis and Nepthys. Anubis is laid to rest in a field where the dogs may feat on his flesh. Set is tamed. He is transformed now into a never-ending object of scorn as the weight of all souls loses meaning. A shadow cloaks this place as a new tale is woven. Romulus is king and the deities of Egypt are bound forevermore.