Nathrangking

Sorry for being silent for a while! Things have been nuts over here as you might imagine. We are fine. I also got back to writing a bit here is a new sonnet. As always feel free to let me know what you think.

The Raging Unbound

Tell me tales of crashing light and darkness.

Weapons are clashing, shaking the whole world.

Armies on ruby fields that none harness.

Stained freely slaughtering weapons are hurled.

Lost purity as the earth is glutted.

The mountains are dust now, choking the skies.

Regions once great are utterly gutted.

Where once goodness stood reality dies.

Burning stars illuminate destruction.

A soft voice of healing halts them in place.

Raw wounds close and gone is the corruption.

All of the carnage goes without a trace.

What was cast out is truly made anew.

Time will recall what a goddess made true.