Nathrangking

Poem 24

Enshrined in a Sanctuary

A fortress with walls that have been battered by legions filled with ire so untainted by mercy that even the most belligerent of gods would dare not ever oppose them. Thor bound in poisonous chains turns the storms against those who defend this keep. Spears of lightning smash at the gates and seek to set them aflame. Freya atop her boar charges the battlements and brings with her death never-ending. She weaves between those who would give their lives and do as their breathless flesh goes cold. Grendle smashes through and releases a horde of hell upon this place now wretched. Jormungandr circles in the skies and then descends as it crushes all of the defenses of this sanctuary in a single moment of raw strength. Hordes swarm seeking their prize and butchering any who have survived. Their screams and whimpers shake the very foundations of the world. Cries of frustration soon ascend as surely as any offering to gods both captured and those who care not for what is happening.

Fenrir who lept into the fray at the end goes still and then lets out a howl before a single pure note throws him into Grendle. He who is the world’s serpent shudders and begins to turn all who surround it. Orderly units break and those who were imprisoned are set free from their blood-forged shackles. Beowolf and Thor stand back to back as from above the ruler of all rulers comes bearing a song at her lips and an ax aglow with an inferno beyond comprehension. With a single cleaving blow, she takes the head of Odinson’s bane and spills its blood as a sea. All of this time Freya frozen in place turns on her enemies.  Soon only Fenrir lives as all else has been destroyed by these deities and the mistress of the cosmos. From the sovereign comes the complete song that banishes the wolf forever and purifies this place so defiled. Dirges become jubilant epics as she is enshrined and named Cheiften of Cheiftens and savior of all of creation