Nathrangking

Poem 13

                                                                  Divine Bard

Walls carved from the earliest of days rise up into the eternity of expanse to the very edges of the cosmos. Stars spin and dance just beyond the sight of the eyes of those who do not and cannot seek them out. Explosions of light and glorious images race through the heavens and across the vastness of the earth. Conquerers and their armies bedecked in the finest armor that either mortals or primordials ever conceived. Crests as ice and banners aflame march through orchards where deities rest and monsters lurk in the shade. Zeus on high sits by the huntress and the master of the oracle as they speak tales of wonder. The warriors of the sun king cloaked in sapphire rage against the ruby-robed one in the shadows of the riddle bearer of Thebes. Osiris stands atop the icy mountains of the north gazing into the heart of the iron kingdom. Mars and Athena drink at the shores of Avalon. Temple of wisdom more ancient than history from where derives your power?

Mistress of wisdom your voice weaves reality as you would will it to be as every note of your song springs out. Garments of teal that hold the constellations in their folds conduct each tale to its conclusion. Ancient woods filled with sprites and casters of magic that could never imagine your absolute sovereignty grow and offer their bounty only to the most worthy. Crystal octaves open gates between realms and bring forth beauty and horror. Heroism and cowardice paint scenes that burn themselves into the minds of all of humanity. Magnificent tableaus crown their ruler as a queen over queens and empress without peer or equal. Eternity blesses this sanctuary with longevity neverending. Goddess of tales and ballad this is your hall and these heralds are the ornaments that will only reflect your wonder outward and tell your tales as the music plays faintly forevermore.