Nathrangking

Someone stop me. I did it again.

Frozen Strains

My eye is bewitched by the melody woven with the skill of the most powerful and ancient of deities. I gaze upon it and am carried to another place by a note that is mightier than even the sorcery of the sirens. It fills my bones with a gentle strength.

Piercing gaze that conducts the whole of the world as true beauty puts even the most magnificent art to shame peers from on high. She whose flute shrouds the universe in a most subtle music that penetrates the soul defies the weak tongue of mortal bards. Beside a singing river, the silver throne purifies all realities.

I behold all of nature join and dance in harmony when she loosens the fetters of the fleeting material plane. From the earth, flowers ascend to crown her with hidden rubies and sapphires now made pale and poor. Lush and deep hues are bleached as bones before her. Upon her brow, the promise woven of jewels calls for all of humanity.

Drumming and pounding steps are a chorus that none can deny. As one all are singing and rejoicing. Tears of understanding dot the clouds and leach into the revelers. Eternity is captured in a tune and dance that are unified in its praise. Now a new epoch held to honor the former of the muses beckons me into its depth and all that I can do is enter its embrace.