Nathrangking

Poem# 35

Remember

Waters crash against one another clashing in a battle that threatens to smite the entirety of the mortal world. They strike everything rising above the shores that would hold them back and interrupt this battle. The Earthshaker himself is tossed about by that which has shaken off the chains that he used to bind them. Groves that the hands of Arachne’s bane blessed vanish beneath a hail of most punishing blows. Zeus in his rage calls the forces of the skies magnifying immeasurably the carnage. Dirges don’t even have the time to arise before their singers are drowned out and escorted to the realm of Hades by a deluge of rent souls and bodies. The lord of war calls his legions as magics flow from the hands of the one who is three. All of their weapons and expended power shatter Gaea. These deities earn split and spilt ichor when the waves backhand them and rake their flesh. Arrows from the twins sink into the diluvian landscape creating vast fields of boiling steam. Even the stars are scalded while Demeter and Pan flee to the forge within Etna. 

When even the gods despair now and lay down before that which now ascends into the heights with lusting hands divine foes tremble. Thrones eons old crumble and fragment as the cosmos shake apart, but from their debris, something else comes forth. Angelic being cannot describe this warrior that wrapped in a cloak of music descends from a place between realms. Blades of silver song slash the conflicted brothers silencing them for a moment and making them scream out as the death of all planes. Together they turn on her expecting her to turn away in fright or beg for her life. A storm of glorious sound paralyzes them and as a viper plunges its fangs deep into the cores of their beings. Chaos shreds them and returns the remains to the borders from whence they came to do that which none before was able. Burial takes hold at the same time that the fates do their work. No name is apt for the musician who with her mantle reweaves the very fabric of existence itself. Groves erupt from the ground beside cities reconstituted and repopulated by the fallen in the span of a breath. Her memory chimes calmly in the air for all time even when the vision of her fades away.