Nathrangking

Poem 15

                                                       Complaints

In the vast dead deserts that have been laid to waste by warring deities cities sit in desolation and tearful ruins. Light cuts as a blade in this place that greedily consumes the spirits of those who have survived the pettiness of primordials who battle at a whim. Armies are swept away under the storms called to obliterate enemies who cannot die. Women and children beseech and pray that the carnage leave something that they may start anew. Beasts of nightmares cower in the shadows cast by the towering and choking waves of sand that never end. What was once magnificent is now rubble. Pillars of diamond are powder indistinguishable from dust and scrolls of wisdom are fragments upon the wind. There is none to stop the death as it consumes the material realm as a ravenous insatiable creature. The whole of the cosmos trembles in fear as the destruction grows ever greater. Chaos threatens to leave nothing behind and shatter all of reality in ways that can never be repaired. Time protests as it begins to fracture beneath the sheer madness that has consumed all.

From the highest of heights comes at first the softest strain that flows down and parts even the most violent gods. Then in an instant, something changes the call becomes louder ever more insistent until it will not be denied. There is a complexity to this demand that grabs ahold of the warring sovereigns and tosses them aside. Their weapons break in their hands and all of the spells that they cast are nullified. Screaming each makes a claim for justice that they have been so wronged by some unknown being. She comes and brings her the song that silences them where they stand in unholy rage. Yells die when the most splendid and unfathomable of primordials descends into the material plane. Metropolises fallen arise from the ashes and become vibrant in the span of an instant. No description can capture the singer and her might as the gods flee in agony and eternal peace crowns her as the eternal queen. Her throne reflects the most wondrous image that forevermore is seared into all souls along with a perfect tune crafted with wisdom that knows no end.