Nathrangking

                                                                 Child?

Frothing waters rage at the butchered spirits torn from the realm where Bacchus revels and Diana stalks silently. Neptune roars as he gazes at the corpses of the dead stolen and shaped by mortal hands. Ebony skies burn with silver fire cast out to illuminate the carnage which rises from the heart of the deep. Cries both so real and utterly imagined spin themselves into a shroud upon the loom that damns all flesh to end. Fickle Janus stands tall before those who supplicate the ears that care not. The avenger’s kin cast their power as a net which drags so many into Neptune’s icy and eternal embrace. Minerva comes shield in hand to ward away that which Mors’ claims as his divine right. All of existence do the oceans rise to threaten. Bones of the Earthen Mother are laid bare by the whims of immortal children. Chains bind all who live when the seas make their case to Jupiter and Juno. Humanity is forfeit because such has been decided in a moment of anger. Words by the dwellers of the earth call forth the maelstrom that is turning rivers red with the blood of the slaughtered. Minerva most wise drags every deity from their places at the point of the spear and demands true judgement be done. A council summoned to rule upon that which was ruled upon hovers ar Plutus’s gate. Scales unbalanced and a cosmos rending itself are grabbed by Justicia’s quivering hands. She is surrounded by a fire which freezes in fear the unjust ones where they stand. Stillness takes all as the massacre begins. From Jove on high to Neptune in the depths Justicia leaves those who upset the scales to die. When Aurora comes, darkness descends upon the eagle and a glimmer returns the owl to its slumber.