Nathrangking

Behold #42  

                                                                   Oratorio 

Music how you waft through the skies blanketing the whole of the realm in a cloak that dispels and drives the darkness away from the souls that wander in peace. Moments turn to eternities until the world is enrapt and a dance begins. Mountains and hills are filled with neverending light spinning and clapping in harmony. Halls are home to feasting that divinities call sacrifices owed to them. Legions carry banners that wave in the wind and declare the names of a thousand kingdoms joined by unity everlasting. Fires of emerald and gold burn and ascend up to the heights of the heavens. Stars crowned with glory illuminate everything that exists heralding an age of rule. Zeus in his throne of ivory judges humanity with envy as Bacchus and Jupiter have festivals all their own. Storms blasting from the farthest reaches of the cosmos fly forth to descend upon those who are guilty and blameless. Typhon laughs and Etna churns as the burning soul of the mountain shatters the region. Smoke billowing blocking out Phoebus’ glowing beams smothers even the temples that glorify those who are unworthy of praise. Plutus and his wealth are stripped from the very depths by marauders bearing both the spear of Pallas and the shield of Ares. The heavens are torn by the armies of gods warring to the sound of tunes sublime beyond reckoning. They reach deep into the past and cause enemies to pause their ever-so-violent actions for a time. Death stills its hands from destroying everything that lives because tears start to form in its eyes. Devastation tears apart every city and nation until nothing at all remains in the entirety of the universe. Fractured and ended is the plane of both humans and primordials until something comes from beyond the shadows of the upper spheres. A figure draped in notes of sublime sound restores that which has been lost. Soft waves carry and soothe all of the carnage away.