Nathrangking

Poem # 31                                                            

      Premonition?

From the east unforgiving tempests ascend to tower over and subjugate the fragile world of mortal flesh. Diana in her garb flees from glade to glade upon feet swift and yet in comparison to these winds hardly moving at all. The avenger is torn from the midst of battle and left broken in the depths of the dessicated sea where Chrybdis died. Jove on high calls the might of the heavens to hold fast this storm that no deity commanded. Its shackles shatter, sending forth shrapnel that spills golden blood. From below the dead tremble and cry out as though to mourn over the carnage that is even felt in the realm of those who have been damned. Plutus can hide nowhere when these storms pull his kingdom up from its very roots. Cities of humanity crumble and shout the most awful of dirges. Words that none hear spin about in air choked by the debris and ruination of every realm. Beasts who can run no further let out their final cries as they wait for this unnatural destruction to do its work. Minerva and Janus step into the heart of the splintered world as an honor guard and watch even the sisters that weave, measure, and cut the fate of all succumb to these wrathful voices. Shields form in their hands as war begins. Hypnos leans his hands out into the very soul of the spirit that struck even the most primordial beings. Everything slows for Justita. Her left hand clutches the fasces of her office and smites the destructive winds with blows that send uncontrolled tremors throughout all of reality. In her right a flame that pierces the body, mind, and spirit of time itself ignites the form of a horrific thing that has consumed the forms of both the divine and mundane. How it howls as it burns away in a maelstrom of never ending heat and eternal light. When it calms and the wreckage of so many broken realms settle the fog of divine slumber lifts from Jupiter. He wakes and gazes into the night that has just begun.