Nathrangking

Poem 16

Reborn

Waters aglow with light from another plane illuminate the whole of humanity and pare back all shadows. Secret evils are exposed for all to see while hidden deities are forced into the sight of those from whom they hide. That which they have done is revealed in ways that none can ever deny. Cities sold off to satiate the never-ending gluttony and lust of ancient beings are shown to be held fast by the most poisonous of chains. Flesh infected by the most horrible of diseases falls away and death spreads without anything to hold it back. The dens of vice that Bacchus and Plutus together use to feed the desires of Jupiter are parasites that latch onto the realm turning it into husks desiccated and without life. Juno and Minerva stand aside and allow Mars to protect these overlords whose wills are immutable. Cries and suffering only increase the carnage that blights this world. This revelation seems a curse without cure and a destruction total in every conceivable manner. 

From the vast oceans that burn away the dark, she comes bearing the blade of Nemesis and a song of indescribable grace and might. Edged blades spill the ichor of Mars and cast him into the depths that he helped create. Music grabs the lords who have leeched all life from humanity and strips them of their powers. Humbled shells are imprisoned in eternal sleep and the king whose desires led to this is now forced to be a slave to those whom he had harmed. Eyes so wondrous restore all that they see. With the wave of her hands and a note of her composition chains are shattered and thrown away. She is enthroned now and with a single thought, death is purged from the lifeblood so long sickened. A circlet is placed upon her brow by those who watched this mortal kingdom fester and sicken. Empress the strength of all deities flows through you and that which made them great is yours forevermore. Rebirth comes to all as your reign begins and your tune declares itself here to stay.