Nathrangking

Here we go week # 3 and Poem # 3!

                                               Lost to Iniquity Unknown?

Raging waters gallop forth sweeping away all of the world as the fists of a deity angered beyond reconciliation. Nymphs and Dryads vanish with their terrified cries sinking into the depths. Pan’s music is buried and the throne of Demeter is tossed aside while these waters seek vengeance for crimes even the primordial ones know not. The power of Ares and Athena pale and break before armies that need no rest. Mountains tremble and Olympus itself falls in petrified submission.

Zeus on high gazes down awestruck, silent, and humbled in a way that forms shackles of barbed twisted metal that clings to flesh. All of the fires of Hephaestus are burning oceans of steam that accompany a trembling Typhon into oblivion. Sighing forests ancient and proud bend in futility for a few moments before all that remain are jagged splinters fly outward with true violence. Rivers and lakes attack wantonly that which they had once shared with the other elements.

The Earthshaker is bound hand and foot. Nothing remains of the kingdoms of mortals on land or at sea, but the last cries of those who cling to faint hope. Aeolus seeks to hold back the stallions that have lowered the sovereigns of all, but his breath fades into nothing as soon as it is loosed. Clear skies reveal the twins tears that fall and mingle in the deluge with an insatiable hunger. Nowhere is safe from spirits that rise armored in full and drag into the grave mortals and immortals alike.

A horrific song reaching a crescendo digs down tearing Hades and his realm up from the roots and treading it underfoot. One by one all are seemingly brought to heel until there is nothing left of beauty, subtlety, or complexity of any kind in the whole of the cosmos. Shrouds wrap tightly for a moment and take hold of that which is now theirs. Joy which is anathema builds cities most high and establishes empires that are hollow things. Memory and time lose meaning.

Then two brothers step forward bearing with them might which sends all which has happened into flight. Angry waters fall to slumber as they rush back to whence they came from leaving little sign that they had ever existed. Those who were lost rise from the abyss. Slumber returns strength to the whole of what once was. Forests heal and true laughter returns. Order is reborn and crowns replaced upon the heads of tyrants and fools. Grim smiles appear on the faces of Thanatos and Hypnos before they rush away and all is seemingly forgiven.