Nathrangking

           Day 5                                                                

                                                                          Rivalry 

Hypnos resplendent in your cloak of dreams neverending I see by your left hand is Morpheus and his legions that ascend from the depths of the realms of fantasy. On your right is a figure mysterious and unknowable. Eyes that reach into dimensions that cannot be real and conjure up such visions as even gods never experience. Clutched instrument and a voice so pure are weapons that deities do battle to obtain. Regions are overturned and yet where she stands there is only calm and peace. Lords of fantasy and the depths of sleep bow before her and subject yourselves to a creator without equal. How the oceans crash against the shore as though to break their chains and embrace her. Mountains argue and declare that her palace be built upon their snowcapped or stony crags. Deserts beg to, but glimpse glory that might heal them of the death that consumes all corners of the heated mounds of gold. Forests and Diana supplicate that she enter their shadows and join the wild spaces of the world. Lower regions of reality cry out for the honor of her light and serene presence. The cosmos claims her and yet it cannot contain even the thought of her ability and power. Those who do battle tire of the carnage that they wreak and as they grow weaker her might only grows. Legend does no justice to the truth of her grace and the majesty that she wears as the finest of garments. Designs that cast images of the most wonderful revelry and wisdom are a wending river that winds itself around everyone who gazes upon her ethereal being for even the briefest of moments. Orchards of the most fragrant cinnamon and saffron bedeck her in an aura that transcends time and space. What words can be spoken that can express her praises in anything, but the most transitory of ways. Can any be truly worthy of experiencing the existence that it beyond comprehension?