Nathrangking

Heights and Depths

Mountains glistening with jewels born in the dark of the depths beyond the eyes of those whose unclean lusts would taint them. They burn with a wondrous inferno of sapphire, gold, emerald, and scarlet. Deities gaze longingly at that which is beyond even their reaches and unnatural spheres of influence. These powerful treasures resonate with a musical wave cast into the world by the hand of one before whom even the mightiest of primordials must for all time bow. Storms scatter as the notes wash across the angry walls of fiery iron. Winds that tear at the whole of the world and would uproot it if it could dance serenely to this tune. Nymphs and Dryads form a procession of celebration that swallows all of the mortal realm in a joy neverending. Eternity brings perfection to the imperfect. Garments woven by Minerva’s hands garb all in serenity and a majesty few gods ever know. The sun and moon hover together in the sky and Hypnos is sent away into an exile at the ends of this plane. Thanatos falls into a slumber that cannot break even by the command of Jove himself. Demeter raises bounty and harvest forevermore that this day of feasting outlast time itself. Those strains that bring tears of ecstasy to every eye climb to the highest of sublime heights that even kings are unable to attain. Paints color the heavens with a tamer beauty that is not even the barest hint of that which now blesses the souls that take in each perfect hint of the truest kind of divinity. Kingdoms cease to have meaning and monarchy reverts to naught, but dust as even nature is reigned in and made subservient. Hearts of stone and lead melt away and are replaced by living flesh that beats with the purity that has now brought forth the stuff of undisturbed dreams. Forever visions hold me and let the banished lies be secreted away into caverns buried and forgotten until the day all fades away.