Nathrangking

Poem # 30

                                     Remembrance of  Hues

Creatures shatter the walls of onyx that surround the halls of mortal thought and the hunting grounds of vengeful deities. Blazing pillars that bend in shadow bear bestial busts upon their crowns. They stare hungrily out upon the realm piercing city walls and invading the calm of the land of Hypnos. Mountains, forests, valleys, and glens branded with power beyond the skill of even the imaginations of terrestrial souls hide hunters that stalk the realm. Taut silence consumes any who would venture into this profanely sacred place. Boar legged men and women whose serpentine eyes and leonine heads carry the tools of rage that pacify worlds. Blades drip with the blood of fallen myriad and drown regions that are now forever fallow. Shattered armies who are prostrated before temples aflame speak no more forbidden blasphemies. Bread resides now in the realm of the divine and no longer in the realm of those who can end. Dawn approaches with its blinding light and instantly dispels the most vile of shrouds. Running shadows race with the winds pushing them across accursed and demanding earth. Primordials arise and are swept aside by the power of the chariot of the rising sun. Flame washes away scars that have penetrated the heart of the world and inflicted the most twisting of agonies. Into the day all step forward to see all that they were always denied. Hues so soft bring forth orchards of cherry and golden apples as the very sun itself. Groves of emerald bursting forth in ways previously regarded as legend fill the mouths of those whose chains glitter in ruins. From their throats erupt songs that drown their jailers as they fade from where they fell. Those monsters that first removed the manacles of night are lost in mystery. Pillars once bent ascend into the aether as eyes that once saw now truly see daylight once more.