Nathrangking

I have to apologize, yesterday was nuts and I was unable to write anything at all. That said here is Poem 26

Splendid Sovereignty 

A city hidden in a valley home to temples of ancient heritage now burns beneath torches that seek to wipe it from the face of the earth. Primordials do not rush to aid those who for centuries kept their charges as most sacred writ. Palaces built to honor not mortal flesh, but the power of feckless immortals become killing grounds for priests and scholars. The fields run scarlet as any who rise up with a weapon are silenced forever. Neighboring lands rush to aid the fallen only for the carnage to spread as a plague of the most horrific sort. Those deities who would intervene are chained by their fellows who see humanity as slaves and providers for their desires. Cursed earth grows as even the most corrupt soon see their kingdoms crumble and all that they have vanish as the most fleeting memory. Soon an empire drags down those who did nothing and bends their knees and slaughters those weakened ones who would have acted. 

Then comes a haunting song from the west as the night begins to fall and a single mighty star falls from the heights. From its illumination comes the greatest of the luminaries in the heavens her music upon her lips as she dances among the enemy and smites them without a weapon of steel or iron to aid. No blade cuts down her foes as she sings and brings silence to all of the worlds both above the captured realm and below where the dead claw and beg to return and have their vengeance. Where she goes there is only a light that immolates those who wrought anarchy in the name of dominion. When nothing remains of the foul scourge all becomes as it was save the impotent fools whose crowns were ground into powder. They are taken away on high to serve a guardian whose eye strays not far and whose radiance adorns the upper worlds as a warning and monument to the sovereign of the mortals and divine.