Nathrangking

Poem 21                                                              

                                                                Cosmic Aria

A fortress of marble once unscarred and perfect is now under assault from forces callous and bent on taking for themselves sovereignty over this realm. Boulders that burn with vicious and unforgiving flames smash into the walls and rain debris down into the world below. Warriors wearing the sigils of Bellona and Mars shout as they lead the charge upon the backs of Jove’s eagles. Poison drips from their blades as they slash away at the defenders standing without fear against this onslaught that comes from all sides. Minerva herself floats before the walls readying her gladius for her attack. Parapets slick with blood are buried beneath mounds of the dead as now the deities who seek to rule float over the walls and strike survivors who will not flee. With purpose each holds back their comrades for each would take the crown. Jupiter pushes Mars, Minerva, and Bellona aside. Janus appears above them as a witness to the shift in the winds that occurs instantly.

 From nowhere at all comes a berserker clothed in armor of teal-tinged metal wielding in her right hand a flute that splits the air with a song that blinds these attackers and a double-edged short sword in her left. Movements as the swiftest moving river carry her through the enemies who dared to invade her place of power. They clutch their eyes and are overpowered by both sweet and melancholy notes that chase their armies away. Jupiter falls as he is hamstrung by clean and precise slashes from the queen’s hand. Bellona is caught by a stunning blow to her helmet that renders her as stone when her feet buckle. Mars lashes out at her clumsily, his blade sailing away when a mighty parry tosses his blade from his hands. He stumbles and her armored foot comes to rest on his throat. Minerva drops her weapon and descends to her knees in submission when she senses all is lost. A single strain from the flute sends away the new vassals of the queen of all and raises the fallen from their slumber. Few may speak her name, but her song identifies her as creation’s great conductor.