Nathrangking

Poem 12

                                                                   Army of Aria

High atop a pillar of crystal consumed by inner infernos, not of this world, a warrior stands tall against a storm that would sweep her into the ravenous sea. She wears armor bejeweled with diamonds alight with torrents of teal light. Winds strike at her and attempt to smite this warrior in an instant. They toss her about, but power so indescribable that the storms can ever conceive of it wells up within her. Song rises to slap away the lusting hands of Aeolus and the members of his enraged court. Bolts of lightning fall as though to split her in two and set the whole of the world aflame. A crown upon her brow parts the waves of silver spears and tosses them into the icy waters that froth below. Creatures spring from the earth and begin to summit the pillar from every direction. Blade and shield are in her hands to ward away legions of venomous spawns of hell and demons without end. Notes awaken the dormant crystal which wages war even as the whole world joins her in an aria that shatters the spirits of the damned and revives those who are taking up ethereal arms. The beasts cry out as the beautiful most graceful singer and warrior cleaves their darkness and sunders the cloak that they have tossed over the whole of this plane. Blood accursed spills into the void and from it the most wonderful creations are born. Dancing about she grows ever mightier as her music becomes the most entrancing crescendo. Expended storms flee and the armies of the pit crumble. When at last none stand against her she alights to the earth so broken and yet singing in joy and with hope. From her armor forests of the most breathtaking emerald take root and expand outward. A capital is birthed from the bedrock once silent and now saturated with tunes that call the knights of the world from hiding. Shamed they lay aside blades and bend the knee to the empress ascended in eternal ballad and legend.