Nathrangking

Happy Birthday Mist!!

If you will forgive me for this PSA I would be so ever grateful.

Another year has gone and my birthday is here again. Honestly, I don't know how I feel about it. People say age is in the mind, maybe yes maybe no. Last year I celebrated while sitting in a quarantine hotel and being unable to go anywhere. It was a whirlwind of a year. I went through hell and escaped by the skin of my teeth. I dated and had a relationship crumble before my eyes. I have fallen in love with the woman who very likely I will spend the rest of my life with. Time is such an odd thing you know it brings wisdom and perspective, but it also has a way of making one really think about all that people should be thankful for. That being said, thank you for being here for me. Here is to hopefully many more years of wonderful sharding!!!

This has been my PSA

A little different from the usual poem, what I have here is a status update as far as what is going on with myself and the woman who captured my mind, body, and soul. @CalanoCorvus your post inspired this one. 

Time is a weird thing really. It has been a little more than three months though it might as well have been the most wondrous of eternities. We seem drawn to each other as a shadow to light. Many times over these months she has told me that there is no way for me to get rid of her even if I were to try (not that I ever would). Things moved so fast that I can scarcely believe it. At every turn, our love really has grown fiercer. At this point, I'd pit Odium, Trell, and any other malevolent shard that would get in our way against us. Though I'd pity them afterward. 

How things have developed in what appears at times to be no more than a dream from which I worry that I will awake I know not. Time and again she finds ways to take me by surprise and make me aware of just how lucky I am to have her in my life. Just being with her and talking makes me happy, The single most shaking thing she told me was when about a month and a half ago she told me that when the day came for me to ask her to marry me I do not have to worry about the answer. I did not know how to respond other than simply standing there in shock. 

That day is distant yet, but I ordered a ring. It will never be known what I did to be so fortunate to have been found worthy of her love. When she expressed absolute desire and intent to spend her life with me and no one else I could only see her wisdom, beauty, wit, creativity, intelligence, humor and so much more as being truly worthy of praise, but beyond my skill. To begin would mean to never stop until the whole of creation runs cold. 

This has been my TED Talk.

Poem #36

Transmuted 

Hear O’ gods of a tale where war was waged over no less than the crowns of the heights and the depths wherein wraiths seek to throw off their chains. Palaces of marble and mosaic are set aflame in the night by acolytes shrouded in malice. No metropolis or village is spared from the waves of burning that Vulcan knows not. Legions descend into the lower world blades in hand decimating the armies of the deep dispatched by Plutus. Screams permeate even the palace of the gods on high. They cannot even send aid as they come under attack by detachments intent on drenching the skies in the blood of the deities that mortals beg to save them. Daggers fly true and cut Jove and Juno forcing them back while swarms rush over Mars and Minerva. Down upon the flesh of Terra humanity battles forces that place them in shackles of servitude eternal and without end. Who stands now against the crumbling of this plane where are the champions to push back those that nightmares fear?

Clad in the light of all of the stars of the cosmos comes now one whose eyes can no longer bear to watch the total annihilation and subjugation that has begun. She leaps from her chariot and plummets into the midst of wounded deities spinning about with long swords in her hands and the most powerful of songs on her lips. Music flies with every blow ensnaring enemies in a thrall so mysterious that the sovereigns that bleed cannot help, but lose themselves in each note that builds to an unimaginable crest. Venus and Phoebus cry even while mounds of their foes fall at the feet of their savior. This tune rallies the lower kingdoms to battle with heat and hope of the purest kind. Fear renders destroyers impotent and whimpering for the weaving sounds to end so that they might not be overwhelmed. No mercy is offered where none would ever have been given. As Aeneas would never forgive the king of Ithaka no quarter is given to those who wreathed existence in the specter of damnation loosed on the whole of creation. Once they are no more, an elegy to spark healing slowly awakens a new age to a transformed universe.