Nathrangking

Poem 30

Divine Drought 

Waters flowing from rivers that feed and nurture the highest of worlds are stopped up before they can rain down on the mortal realm. Wellsprings of power are deserts that deprive regions of life itself. Carnage tears down city walls leaving all exposed to legions that are hungry for everything that they can seize for themselves. Families are torn from with and without until all that is left are roving bands of marauders. Beasts slaughter each other without purpose or desire leaving oceans of blood and rotting flesh behind as almost morbid sacrifices. In the oceans predators of the deep destroy each other without hesitation. Plains once lush are now decayed and little more than desiccated deserts. Madness strips away the wisdom of all of humanity that knows not how the gods have withheld all that once crowned this reality with glory. None can hear the laughter from on high where the sovereigns of this place rejoice over conserving for themselves that which they never needed. Unrelenting greed casts the darkest of shadows over existence shrouding it in misery of the purest sort. 

From the heart of the tributary that has been held in its course and prevented from keeping the cosmos in balance comes first a voice. The sweetest of songs ascends stopping the betrayers wherever they are. Sound becomes a warrior cloaked in the light of the stars wielding music as the weapon by which she will pass judgment. She gazes into the distance and sees into their minds discerning even those things that they hide in the depths. Tears trickle from the eyes of those who wished no harm on reality. These hear the wordless tale and understand so much so that they cry out in anguish. Evil is smitten and these scream in agony while they feel all of the destruction that they have inflicted fill them. Ichor is an inferno and bones knives that show no mercy. Creation wavers, but then the dam erupts pouring the might from above down below as an unstoppable deluge. That goddess who still sings guides the restoration and makes humanity forget, but those who are truly privy enshrine her as monarch now and forever.