Nathrangking

Poem 24

Enshrined in a Sanctuary

A fortress with walls that have been battered by legions filled with ire so untainted by mercy that even the most belligerent of gods would dare not ever oppose them. Thor bound in poisonous chains turns the storms against those who defend this keep. Spears of lightning smash at the gates and seek to set them aflame. Freya atop her boar charges the battlements and brings with her death never-ending. She weaves between those who would give their lives and do as their breathless flesh goes cold. Grendle smashes through and releases a horde of hell upon this place now wretched. Jormungandr circles in the skies and then descends as it crushes all of the defenses of this sanctuary in a single moment of raw strength. Hordes swarm seeking their prize and butchering any who have survived. Their screams and whimpers shake the very foundations of the world. Cries of frustration soon ascend as surely as any offering to gods both captured and those who care not for what is happening.

Fenrir who lept into the fray at the end goes still and then lets out a howl before a single pure note throws him into Grendle. He who is the world’s serpent shudders and begins to turn all who surround it. Orderly units break and those who were imprisoned are set free from their blood-forged shackles. Beowolf and Thor stand back to back as from above the ruler of all rulers comes bearing a song at her lips and an ax aglow with an inferno beyond comprehension. With a single cleaving blow, she takes the head of Odinson’s bane and spills its blood as a sea. All of this time Freya frozen in place turns on her enemies.  Soon only Fenrir lives as all else has been destroyed by these deities and the mistress of the cosmos. From the sovereign comes the complete song that banishes the wolf forever and purifies this place so defiled. Dirges become jubilant epics as she is enshrined and named Cheiften of Cheiftens and savior of all of creation

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                                                          Restoration

Choking hands of terra cotta sand reach across the realm and strangle all life from even those who are meant to hold back this darkness. The lord of the skies is gripped by the throat his falcon head buried as his body is cast down into an unmarked tomb. No sound comes from the mouth of the earth when he is encircled by barbed chains that rip away his godly flesh. Winds stricken by evil race about taking more victims on behalf of its lord. Jackel lord of those who pass into the lower world your form broken by the unrelenting fist that even Set succumbed to can alas receive no burial. Apophis your dead eyes peer into nothing, but the coldest void when you are utterly consumed. Master of all primordial gods your light is gone and your barge falls from on high onto a landscape sundered beyond even your darkest nightmares. Temples lay ruined and their worshippers are scattered to the farthest corners of this ascendant damnation. Cities sit in silence abandoned as those who live, hide in barrows beneath the earth. 

Dirges rise from Isis as she and Osiris weep over their dead and wait for their ends to come and claim them, but even as they cry out something reignites the fire of Ra. That vessel of the sun flies upward with a queen dressed in the finest silk glowing standing tall on its deck. She begins a beautiful song that pushes back the sands and exposes the thing in its heart. Music unrelenting as an army of legions armed by the mightiest gods smite the spirit before the disk of Amun sets it aflame. Isis stands now and casts curses upon it even as the song grants her more power than she would have thought possible. Beams of energy lacerate and draw noxious blood from its accursed veins. Nephthys calls locusts and mighty storms that strike it with a ferocity that causes all of Maat to tremble. Bast bursts forth and drives it to its knees while vultures come and rob it of its ability to gaze upon them anymore. Ammit takes its soul in its jaws and returns to the depths while Egypt’s new ruler rebuilds for now and all time.  

Poem 22

Conflagration of the Divine

Fires engulf the realm as though the gods have decided to spill out their wrath upon humanity for some unknown transgression. Monstrous beasts take form and charge about the land delivering all into the embrace of most unwilling Thanatos and Plutus. The cities of humanity smoke and shriek in agony. Prayers ascend on high to deities that are worshipped by virtue of their existence alone though some answer the call. Diana in her chariot of silver fires volley after volley that angers the monsters that are slaughtering all of the inhabitants of the mortal world. Phoebus and Mercury engage the enemy and receive burns that sear their immortal souls. Ceres sends legions of vines that are immolated beneath the feet of the growing legions. Fortuna herself stands in doubt wondering if this day her scales will be crushed into powder and the whole of existence will come to an end. Laments and dirges pierce the air and are specters that haunt even the minds of the ineffective primordials. Divided sovereigns enable the very earth to be transformed into a den of death. 

All hopes are gone those who fight are prepared to retire and leave the whole of mortal flesh to its fate. The huntress turns her eyes toward a star in the heavens that is glowing ever brighter than even she can believe. It races from the heights and all the while sings in a way that no divine being can understand. There is something so simple and beautiful about the wordless tune that she brings with her. Hissing and roaring come from the armies that now stop and stare as everywhere at once these notes and light spears their infernal flames. Blood pours from their wounds and for the first time they feel fear as they fall. Even the mightiest and most fearsome begin to flee to anywhere that these sounds cannot inflict pain upon them. Dancing mistress your voice smites them where they run. Your tread completely erases all signs of the carnage that seemed so unstoppable and eternal in its power. With ease, you extinguish that which Vulcan could not master and bring illumination where before there was only darkness. Once all is healed you do not flee, but take your place as one for whom eternal worship is deserved.

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                                                                Cosmic Aria

A fortress of marble once unscarred and perfect is now under assault from forces callous and bent on taking for themselves sovereignty over this realm. Boulders that burn with vicious and unforgiving flames smash into the walls and rain debris down into the world below. Warriors wearing the sigils of Bellona and Mars shout as they lead the charge upon the backs of Jove’s eagles. Poison drips from their blades as they slash away at the defenders standing without fear against this onslaught that comes from all sides. Minerva herself floats before the walls readying her gladius for her attack. Parapets slick with blood are buried beneath mounds of the dead as now the deities who seek to rule float over the walls and strike survivors who will not flee. With purpose each holds back their comrades for each would take the crown. Jupiter pushes Mars, Minerva, and Bellona aside. Janus appears above them as a witness to the shift in the winds that occurs instantly.

 From nowhere at all comes a berserker clothed in armor of teal-tinged metal wielding in her right hand a flute that splits the air with a song that blinds these attackers and a double-edged short sword in her left. Movements as the swiftest moving river carry her through the enemies who dared to invade her place of power. They clutch their eyes and are overpowered by both sweet and melancholy notes that chase their armies away. Jupiter falls as he is hamstrung by clean and precise slashes from the queen’s hand. Bellona is caught by a stunning blow to her helmet that renders her as stone when her feet buckle. Mars lashes out at her clumsily, his blade sailing away when a mighty parry tosses his blade from his hands. He stumbles and her armored foot comes to rest on his throat. Minerva drops her weapon and descends to her knees in submission when she senses all is lost. A single strain from the flute sends away the new vassals of the queen of all and raises the fallen from their slumber. Few may speak her name, but her song identifies her as creation’s great conductor.

Poem 20

Beyond the Stars

Blight rushes forth from a jagged maw suspended between the darkest depths of the realm to which all of the damned have been condemned. It obliterates all that stands before it leaving a hollow unthinking shell more dead than alive. Lush regions fall into a silence that takes root in living souls and fevers the mind with madness greater than even Bacchus at the height of his powers can ever accomplish. Haunting visions claw the sight from those who are the legions of broken and torn flesh. Apollo in his horror succumbs to the depths of living death in mere moments and knows not that the sun fades and goes out. Flora wither and crumble in the dust as the mothers of the earth shed an ocean of tears. Diana cradles her brother’s corpse without consolation as she too is swept away. Humanity falls into a damnation that has no mercy and has not even spared their deities from nightmares everlasting. One by one the stars begin to fall away and leave all primordials in the clutches of torments that they have no answer for. Weapons rust and are dulled when Mars learns what even Jove has learned. Minerva in her final moment spoke a name in prayer that none ever knew before. Something shifts in the cosmos even as the firmly entrenched anathema begins to feed and grow in its power. This destroyer rises up as a tower whose height surpasses even the highest reaches of the skies.

From above this creature that has assimilated the gods and far beyond its reach comes something more haunting and singularly mighty than it has ever known. First, a single note that breaks the curse of silence and reverberates endlessly. Then from this beginning springs so many more ripples that slap the monster aside. Every wave increases in intensity and complexity until the song is heard throughout all of history. An aria that flows from a tongue as quicksilver and throat of gold shakes those who are trapped in shadow. High above the sun and moon are reignited and upraised until their lights are spears that pin the living death to the realm that it so desired to rule over. Fauna stir and join the chorus. She who comes in a pillar of radiance is every bit as breathtaking as the blight was hideous. Eyes that remember the earth as hale and restore it as such gaze with love and compassion. Love sunders the tower that stole from Thanatos and casts the evil putrid wailing parasite into void where it can do nothing, but cannibalize itself. Warmth reenters the world and restores all that was lost. Citadels that radiate magical and alluring music bring her from above into a world unprepared for one so ethereal. Her name upon the lips of Minerva is an enchantment that makes wise all that hear it and banishes corruption to the aether from before the very beginning of creation. Star of Stars burns above her throne as her illumination heals and hums this sublime tune for all time.                                                                     

Poem 19

Apathy Banished

Fields aflame blot out the light of the moon newly renewed with their putrid waves of inky choking smoke. Their destruction spreads rapidly across the realm as raiders from the depths of an accursed pit eviscerate the whole of the world. They are merciless as they slay all who stand against their onslaught. Gods and goddesses pay no heed to the carnage that is baring the flesh as well as the bones of Terra and Gaia. Outrage comes from Ceres, Demeter, and the huntresses, but the other deities rest content in their halls. Alone Diana and Artemis rain their silver arrows which do little to these ravagers that only intensify the desolation. The mothers of the harvest are taken by the rage of these demons and are slaughtered as foul sacrifices. Sightless their eyes stare in accusation heavenward as their blood seeps into the ground and drives the dying earth matrons into madness. Roars reveal a hellscape released that none seem to be able or willing to return to the abyss from which it sprung.

From another realm comes a pillar of illumination that tears the whole of the cosmos asunder with a wonderful healing beam. She who emerges glows as all of the stars in the night sky and fills the world with the greatest of compositions. It strikes the monsters dumb and blinds them as they listen to notes so sublime that no mortal could ever produce them. Joy, sorrow, freedom, and imprisonment all join together to burn away the unimaginable horror that is enveloping everything in a cloak of nightmare. This shroud is dust even as the monsters that haunted this place are smitten not by the hand of a killer, but by the voice of a healer. Each one of these doomed destroyers trembles and fall away into a state of anguish that restores everything that they ended. Goddesses harmed and killed ascend and judge their peers. Cast down into the mortal realm and stripped of everything are those who cared about themselves alone. That healer and composer stands alone as the savior of gods and the music that all can hear if they just listen to the sound of creation. 

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                                                   Muse of Composition

Oceans like pitch beneath the wrathful fists of a deity whose rage has broken free of all bonds toss and simmer. Spears of silver flames tear the skies asunder in ways that not even the most skilled weaver can repair. Mountains crumble when this destruction flies from the seas to consume the whole of the mortal world. Ancient forests from the most primordial epochs are swept away as by a child in a fit of spiteful ire. Pounding rain descends from on high and attempts to purify the land by leaving nothing behind. Those who are named deities watch in wonderment as desolation not brought by their hands ends all that they have created. Temples fall into ruin and all of the cities of humanity are nothing except the faintest of memories. All is overturned and transformed into something wholly unrecognizable. Mounds of dead are monuments that stare into the abyss that have fallen as a burial shroud down into this mortal plane. 

Demons that were freed are chased away and imprisoned within that which they unleashed upon innocents who have committed no sin. Their jailer and executioner is a queen beyond parallel or equal in any realm that has ever existed. The flute of gold fire placed upon her flawless  lips encircles the storm illuminating the very primordial darkness beneath the world. Monstrous forms are shackled with manacles that burn them away removing all that they have done. Each one that falls restores some stolen aspect of this place. Shattered metropolises ascend whole from the battered and broken landscape. Glory is stripped from the gods who were so content to watch as this obliteration took place. All of their might, wisdom, honor, and worshippers are given to this most majestic embodiment of the divine. Forevermore she will rule as the composer and singer of all of creation.

Poem 17

Chasing into Eternity

Upon a plain once so verdant and lush now sit the shattered husks of orchards and vast silos of grain abandoned to become dust. Blight creeps across the realm from this place and steals even the vitality left in the recently dead. Earth shattered and without form descends into the dark while malevolent destruction names itself king and conqueror. The divine forces can do nothing to halt this wraith that consumes without end. Jove, Zeus, and Ra stand side by side unleashing fire and all of the forces of the heights to no avail. While the earth burns Thanatos, Osiris, Anubis, Horus, Hades,  and Mars fall to the ground and are called into a death most eternal. Geb and Gaia scream in agony as the fates fade away. Poseidon releases all of the denizens of Tartarus and watches as their spirits writhe for a moment before being swallowed by this most victorious and evil gluttonous power. Oceans boil and steam combines with smoke taking even Apophis into its maw before leaving behind diseased bones and little else. Ares and Athena stand side by side with the twins when their world ends in shadow.

Life springs forth from the earth where the blight touches even as the screams of this kingdom are replaced by something else. Music vibrant and full of passion saturates the air and forms armies clad in heavy armor of blinding light. They charge forward weapons aglow with power drawn pushing back the anathema and drawing cries from it that clash violently with the tune that is purging the very souls of the earth sky from this venom. A general and commander who flies upon the notes that come from everywhere and nowhere calls forth those whose lives were laid down battling this scourge. From the aether the lost come forth intact and more alive than they were prior to this resurrection which was beyond the skills of even the most elder of gods. Hues return to the whole of this place even as the armies corner their quarry. It is desiccated now and fading more by the moment. Before it goes a single strain banishes it to a place of light and song for all time from which it cannot return. She who commands with her unnatural beauty and skill is crowned goddess above all and a new epoch begins. 

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Poem 16

Reborn

Waters aglow with light from another plane illuminate the whole of humanity and pare back all shadows. Secret evils are exposed for all to see while hidden deities are forced into the sight of those from whom they hide. That which they have done is revealed in ways that none can ever deny. Cities sold off to satiate the never-ending gluttony and lust of ancient beings are shown to be held fast by the most poisonous of chains. Flesh infected by the most horrible of diseases falls away and death spreads without anything to hold it back. The dens of vice that Bacchus and Plutus together use to feed the desires of Jupiter are parasites that latch onto the realm turning it into husks desiccated and without life. Juno and Minerva stand aside and allow Mars to protect these overlords whose wills are immutable. Cries and suffering only increase the carnage that blights this world. This revelation seems a curse without cure and a destruction total in every conceivable manner. 

From the vast oceans that burn away the dark, she comes bearing the blade of Nemesis and a song of indescribable grace and might. Edged blades spill the ichor of Mars and cast him into the depths that he helped create. Music grabs the lords who have leeched all life from humanity and strips them of their powers. Humbled shells are imprisoned in eternal sleep and the king whose desires led to this is now forced to be a slave to those whom he had harmed. Eyes so wondrous restore all that they see. With the wave of her hands and a note of her composition chains are shattered and thrown away. She is enthroned now and with a single thought, death is purged from the lifeblood so long sickened. A circlet is placed upon her brow by those who watched this mortal kingdom fester and sicken. Empress the strength of all deities flows through you and that which made them great is yours forevermore. Rebirth comes to all as your reign begins and your tune declares itself here to stay.

Poem 15

                                                       Complaints

In the vast dead deserts that have been laid to waste by warring deities cities sit in desolation and tearful ruins. Light cuts as a blade in this place that greedily consumes the spirits of those who have survived the pettiness of primordials who battle at a whim. Armies are swept away under the storms called to obliterate enemies who cannot die. Women and children beseech and pray that the carnage leave something that they may start anew. Beasts of nightmares cower in the shadows cast by the towering and choking waves of sand that never end. What was once magnificent is now rubble. Pillars of diamond are powder indistinguishable from dust and scrolls of wisdom are fragments upon the wind. There is none to stop the death as it consumes the material realm as a ravenous insatiable creature. The whole of the cosmos trembles in fear as the destruction grows ever greater. Chaos threatens to leave nothing behind and shatter all of reality in ways that can never be repaired. Time protests as it begins to fracture beneath the sheer madness that has consumed all.

From the highest of heights comes at first the softest strain that flows down and parts even the most violent gods. Then in an instant, something changes the call becomes louder ever more insistent until it will not be denied. There is a complexity to this demand that grabs ahold of the warring sovereigns and tosses them aside. Their weapons break in their hands and all of the spells that they cast are nullified. Screaming each makes a claim for justice that they have been so wronged by some unknown being. She comes and brings her the song that silences them where they stand in unholy rage. Yells die when the most splendid and unfathomable of primordials descends into the material plane. Metropolises fallen arise from the ashes and become vibrant in the span of an instant. No description can capture the singer and her might as the gods flee in agony and eternal peace crowns her as the eternal queen. Her throne reflects the most wondrous image that forevermore is seared into all souls along with a perfect tune crafted with wisdom that knows no end.

Poem 14

Melody of Change

In the darkness song wends as a river from a source whose origin is more sublime than all of the gods who stop and listen to this music. They weep and celebrate in the same instant as even divine souls are captured in this all-mighty spell. Diana in her chariot on high lets out a sigh heard even in the deepest depths. The oceans that storm pause their work while these notes take hold of the shadows of the world and lead them away. Even the horrors that travel into the night leave not their dens and molest no mortals. Warmth replaces icy and frigid fear when humanity is enthralled by this ballad. Each measured moment heals the wounded and fills even the aged with youth from a bottomless reservoir. Warriors lay their arms down and pick them up no more as an aversion to these tools of Mars overtakes them. Spirits dance about now creating a single celebration for all of the world. Wild beasts sway alongside each other and now Bacchus is roused to enter the fray of this festival. Empress who reigns where stars and deities dream descends upon a horse of teal starlight. Her flute beaten from the infernos culled from the hearts of ten thousand galaxies plays a tune beyond time and the concept of history. Her hair woven with diamonds alight pulse in time with each gorgeous sweeping wave of sound. From her eyes comes an embrace that shatters any need for any to rest ever again. That cloak from which all of reality flows rests upon her back while she rides. Primordials rejoice at her coming and even Thanatos for an instant turns from his charge. Sisters three who weave, measure, and cut come from where they rule and bow before one mightier than they. Composition of the goddess of all goddesses all is not as it was nor shall it be that way again as all stop and for the first time hear.