Nathrangking

Poem 14

Melody of Change

In the darkness song wends as a river from a source whose origin is more sublime than all of the gods who stop and listen to this music. They weep and celebrate in the same instant as even divine souls are captured in this all-mighty spell. Diana in her chariot on high lets out a sigh heard even in the deepest depths. The oceans that storm pause their work while these notes take hold of the shadows of the world and lead them away. Even the horrors that travel into the night leave not their dens and molest no mortals. Warmth replaces icy and frigid fear when humanity is enthralled by this ballad. Each measured moment heals the wounded and fills even the aged with youth from a bottomless reservoir. Warriors lay their arms down and pick them up no more as an aversion to these tools of Mars overtakes them. Spirits dance about now creating a single celebration for all of the world. Wild beasts sway alongside each other and now Bacchus is roused to enter the fray of this festival. Empress who reigns where stars and deities dream descends upon a horse of teal starlight. Her flute beaten from the infernos culled from the hearts of ten thousand galaxies plays a tune beyond time and the concept of history. Her hair woven with diamonds alight pulse in time with each gorgeous sweeping wave of sound. From her eyes comes an embrace that shatters any need for any to rest ever again. That cloak from which all of reality flows rests upon her back while she rides. Primordials rejoice at her coming and even Thanatos for an instant turns from his charge. Sisters three who weave, measure, and cut come from where they rule and bow before one mightier than they. Composition of the goddess of all goddesses all is not as it was nor shall it be that way again as all stop and for the first time hear.