Nathrangking

#29                                                          

                                                              Truthful?

Surging waters sing songs that rise and fall with a rhythm that even nature struggles to replicate without mocking this tune. Up above tears spill from the eyes of the divine as they are stricken by chords more sublime than anything else in the cosmos. Silk and velvet purer than anything that even gods can weave enshroud all worlds in a cloak more sinuous than all of the rivers that have ever existed. Emotions so inflammatory and yet peaceful fuse with the living soul of the ever running tributary of time itself. Everything is overcome by feelings that rise no matter how strongly they are pushed down. Birds weep as they fly high above the mortals that are bound to the lower realms. Even the greatest of beasts bawls in the most uncontrollable of ways and shamefully drowns the ground. Cities hum not dirges, but something so much mightier than even the screaming of the most feared warrior dying upon the field of battle. It rends the heart and stops the breathing of monsters that charge from the deep. Note after note inspires visions beyond any banal words. Describing the waves as they crash against the rocks of thought even as in the same instant it laps against the shore defies the power of the poet. His ink is formless as primordials sit in shadows too overcome to rule any longer. Where do these unnatural storms ascend to this place from? What source ruins cities whose foundations were laid in weathered steel by beings lost to myths long lost? Instead of growing weaker it swells with every passing moment becoming something so very alive. Forms immortal in every aspect sweeten the world more than even the heart of the most perfect honeycomb. No perfumer, artist, baker, vintner, or musician can reach so deeply and overwhelm all senses in a single supreme moment of clarity that lasts endless lifetimes even while it fades to silence.