Nathrangking

Poem 7

Musical Feast

Landscapes of death flee upon tempest winds as a chariot of unbridled illumination spreads its arms to embrace all in its path. Earth scorched and littered with downtrodden spirits is cast into a hall of never-ending light. Blindness is sight in a breath and those who have not seen for so long behold wonders without parallel. Pillars of marble, bearing busts of the warrior that chases the dark away are filled with a divine inner power. Isis kneels at the palace gate and Minerva is prostrate upon the ground. Gardens of blessed dahlias so lush bear hosts both divine and mortal who come with vast tributes. Plutus with chests of treasure that are pale before the one to whom they are delivered walks with his head bowed. Fortuna alights from her palanquin and begins to dance in joy when she lays eyes on that which has come to this place. Zeus laurel crown in hand is humbled as vitality that he could not deliver floods all realms. Lifeblood and rivers run through an oasis where legend and mortality meet. Kings come on bended knees singing her praises though they know not words sweet enough to convey the truth. When she comes her eyes are alight with a raging inferno that can only restore and not destroy. Features that shame even the greatest deity inspires the most common mortals to attempt to bring happiness to the one whom they owe all. Though they cannot summon forth ecstasy as she deserves they gain a glimpse of wisdom by merely standing in her presence. Libraries pour from her regal lips and eons of knowledge emanate from her crown of silver and gold. How and by what merit the world warranted to have this savior come they know not. Music strikes up a concert whose cords grow stronger with every passing moment. She and it are one and the same. All of the cosmos whirls to the sound of her song as it plays eternally within every heart and soul.