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    Master and overlord of all magics both good and evil
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    Writing poetry etc..., Reading the Cosmere, Military History, Mythology, as well as countless other interests. I am the all powerful creator and destroyer of worlds and realities. Poet, Author, Playwright, Screenwriter, Bibliophile a few titles of many that create the form of the enigma.

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  1. Poem 33

    It has been a while since my last poem. However, I'm back with more stories to tell. 

    Nightmare Ascendant 

    From the center of a wood blessed by the hands of the divine comes a creature loosed from the deepest void. Eyes setting the earth aflame as it glares at all that it will take for itself, this anathema spreads death into the bones of Gaia. Its teeth of broken obsidian shards poison everything as they drip the essence of Thanatos. As the tempests that tear humanity from this mortal plane, it flies forth leaving nothing whole behind. Shattered cities and temples of worship are painted scarlet and pitch. Typhon and Echidna rise when this threat strikes blows at the rulers of Olympus and shrugs off the chains from above and below that rend the very fabric of reality. A single blow cuts away the serpents and drops the banes of the gods into darkness everlasting. All deities hide waiting for death to take them.  This storm only grows, reducing mountains to dust in moments and draining the sea as it steps into the waves. Into the heavens goes its gaze silently vowing to consume the stars and return all to endless night. 

     

    Horror fills it when a corona of light explodes from nothingness and envelopes the realm in the folds of her cloak. She grabs its claws as it lashes out and she sings a haunting elegy that shakes this monster. Struggling as it might in its attempt to spill her blood it cannot sink claw or tooth into this warrior. Instead, it flails and tires while her hold and music intensify in might until the cosmos joins her. The maw of the deep opens and takes back its creation when it too begins to feel the power bearing down upon it. However,  whatever chaos birthed the destruction of the world is cast into the fires that scarred the mistress of the earth. Rains from beyond the ken of even Zeus quenches the infernos that decimated all that was sacred. They do not recall the dead, but they heal all else as a new protector begins to rebuild from the bones of carnage. Ousted sovereigns kneel and by her command begin resurrecting a new world.

     

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