Nathrangking

Poem 13

                                                                  Divine Bard

Walls carved from the earliest of days rise up into the eternity of expanse to the very edges of the cosmos. Stars spin and dance just beyond the sight of the eyes of those who do not and cannot seek them out. Explosions of light and glorious images race through the heavens and across the vastness of the earth. Conquerers and their armies bedecked in the finest armor that either mortals or primordials ever conceived. Crests as ice and banners aflame march through orchards where deities rest and monsters lurk in the shade. Zeus on high sits by the huntress and the master of the oracle as they speak tales of wonder. The warriors of the sun king cloaked in sapphire rage against the ruby-robed one in the shadows of the riddle bearer of Thebes. Osiris stands atop the icy mountains of the north gazing into the heart of the iron kingdom. Mars and Athena drink at the shores of Avalon. Temple of wisdom more ancient than history from where derives your power?

Mistress of wisdom your voice weaves reality as you would will it to be as every note of your song springs out. Garments of teal that hold the constellations in their folds conduct each tale to its conclusion. Ancient woods filled with sprites and casters of magic that could never imagine your absolute sovereignty grow and offer their bounty only to the most worthy. Crystal octaves open gates between realms and bring forth beauty and horror. Heroism and cowardice paint scenes that burn themselves into the minds of all of humanity. Magnificent tableaus crown their ruler as a queen over queens and empress without peer or equal. Eternity blesses this sanctuary with longevity neverending. Goddess of tales and ballad this is your hall and these heralds are the ornaments that will only reflect your wonder outward and tell your tales as the music plays faintly forevermore.

Poem 12

                                                                   Army of Aria

High atop a pillar of crystal consumed by inner infernos, not of this world, a warrior stands tall against a storm that would sweep her into the ravenous sea. She wears armor bejeweled with diamonds alight with torrents of teal light. Winds strike at her and attempt to smite this warrior in an instant. They toss her about, but power so indescribable that the storms can ever conceive of it wells up within her. Song rises to slap away the lusting hands of Aeolus and the members of his enraged court. Bolts of lightning fall as though to split her in two and set the whole of the world aflame. A crown upon her brow parts the waves of silver spears and tosses them into the icy waters that froth below. Creatures spring from the earth and begin to summit the pillar from every direction. Blade and shield are in her hands to ward away legions of venomous spawns of hell and demons without end. Notes awaken the dormant crystal which wages war even as the whole world joins her in an aria that shatters the spirits of the damned and revives those who are taking up ethereal arms. The beasts cry out as the beautiful most graceful singer and warrior cleaves their darkness and sunders the cloak that they have tossed over the whole of this plane. Blood accursed spills into the void and from it the most wonderful creations are born. Dancing about she grows ever mightier as her music becomes the most entrancing crescendo. Expended storms flee and the armies of the pit crumble. When at last none stand against her she alights to the earth so broken and yet singing in joy and with hope. From her armor forests of the most breathtaking emerald take root and expand outward. A capital is birthed from the bedrock once silent and now saturated with tunes that call the knights of the world from hiding. Shamed they lay aside blades and bend the knee to the empress ascended in eternal ballad and legend.

       Poem 11                                                           

                                                                Double Crowns

Sublime notes weave through the mountains and hills bringing vitality to the stony and most silent earth. Song sparks something deep within the soul of the very world pulling forth life where there was none at all. Forests, glades, orchards, rivers, and streams burst onto this once bleak landscape and transform it into paradise. Birds join in with this o’ so perfect enchantment and add to the power that now seeps into the blood of this realm. The sun above glows brighter and all manner of beasts come forward to return to this place the sounds of the living. In the seas, even the depths become a place once again full of the happenings of the living. Humans long hiding leave seclusion and saturate the air with laughter and praise as has not been heard in eons uncountable and unknowable. All of creation wonders whose acts have brought forth glory of a scale that even legend cannot do justice. When there comes a momentary lull in the tune and a shift there are two voices rising over everything. A queen dressed in pearl with a crown ringed in gold brings calm to the realm. She is ethereal and beautiful in ways that no mortal can ever hope. The second is an empress whose aura has instilled life and called nature closer. Her silver crown is a twin to the first and yet is different in so many ways as to be incomparable. From her comes grace that none on the mortal plane can ever match. Two sisters bestow upon this reality gifts that would make deities blush and angry with jealousy. One must alas depart after a time and leave the other to rule this kingdom in her stead. Promises are made and the otherworldly beauty will return to this place once more. However, the other in her wonder and greatness allows us to await the other without tears of mourning. Mirth will hold us until the twin may return to us and complete us in the most perfect way. Now, we are celebrating even when night rises. Then we shall sing and night will come no more.

               Poem 10                                          

                                                         Endless Parlay 

In the heights overlooking all the world of mortals is the palace of the empress to whom even divinities flock. Her word raises cities of silver from the air itself and brings deserts to the fullest bloom. Storms pass far below and are tempered within her presence as a pet sitting at the feet of their mistress. Winds gentle caress the world as her song carries from one side of this realm to the furthest seas and colonies of humanity. So upbeat it brings vitality to the most weary and restores them to their most perfect state. The creatures of the world are tamed when these notes drift into their dens, burrows, nests, and abodes. Those who reside in the depths join her though none can approach the surreal power of her voice. It calls all who hear it to the doors of her sanctuary sacrosanct on high. Doors of the purest crystal that sparkle with enchanting illumination both within and without ascend into the heights forever. Gardens greater than any that even the legends of the material realm ever spoke of are growing within walls of warm stone. Lilacs and dahlias throw their scents up into the mysterious reaches up above. Stars clothed in flesh dance and leap amongst orchards laden with apples and strawberries that burst with nectar. Thoth sits at the bank of a small stream deep in conversation with Pallas bedecked in armor. Mars listens in with an ear curiously inclined. Jupiter and Ra stand side by side and bellow in laughter that only draws sighs from Hera and Isis who lightly smile. Benevolence falls like snow from this place as true peace emanates from the heart and soul of this paradise. She who rules in beauty, grace, and wisdom is enthroned at the center of this crossroads. Eternity passes in an instant for here time has no meaning or hold. Immortality is this place’s essence and the name is a living song that shall permeate all even when there are none left to remember.

Poem 9

                                                           Wood of Song

Waters that burn with the deepest fires from beyond the mortal realm flow from both the heights among the stars and down below where the damned yell. They quench the world’s thirst and slake a garden hidden from the sight of those who are deemed unworthy. The most luscious orchards of vibrant emerald, ruby, ochre, and other otherworldly hues reach up from the ground and scent the world with the most intoxicating perfumes. Wisdom flies forth from the shaded glades of this place where few gods can ever hope to walk. Beneath one tree Lyre in hand, Phoebus sings and wakes the trees to dance. Demeter and Persephone sway in shadow as Hades hums along from the depths of the world. Artemis and her bow are enrapt and unable to do more than allow the magic to seep into her immortal soul. Dryads burst free of their prisons and spin about raising the music with their own accompaniment. Together they weave a tapestry that calls for another.

She who created this garden and brought life to this place hears the summons and comes out from where she rests. Her voice quiets all as she begins to intone the most lovely tune that the cosmos has ever known. It contains it all, joy, sadness, longing, love, and all else that any could ever hope to feel. Words lose all meaning as this most holy chant pierces even the lord of the dead and pulls from him a river of tears. Phoebus is overcome by joy as he sets aside his lyre basks in the waves of sublime sound. Artemis longs for more than her bow might ever offer and tosses it beneath a tree to be forgotten. Mother and daughter’s love deepens as every moment extends into an eternity worthy of epic ballads. Each note rises and falls in ways that embed her power into the fabric of all worlds. Hers is perfection that drives away worry and fear from the heart and replaces them with a song whose strains are just beyond the horizon.

Poem 8

                                                                Twin Rule

Sands of most burning gold spread across a barren realm rise upon the mighty breath of Shu and attempt to sweep clean existence of human flesh. Horus is tossed from on high into the embrace of cowering Anubis and Osiris. All of Maat trembles in unmitigated terror as even Set lord of the red lands is taken from his throne and buried alive. Nephthys and Isis with all of their magics cannot stand against this storm. Waves of shattered glass and locusts do not diminish the destruction that comes. Cities are completely swallowed by this absolute and inconsolable rage in a way that leaves these bastions of life forgotten for the rest of time. Temples crumble as the offerings to the gods are stolen by the lord of the winds. Geb cries as his power is taken from him and used to crush the children of Ptah. Nut weeps at the madness that is leaving only chaos in its wake as the scales are sundered. Ra is caged and his crowns are reduced to memory alone.

From the void comes a voice, a song so pure that it purges the souls of those who hear it of any kind of fear. The singer comes forth bearing no sword or shield. There is no bow nocked in her hand. A trumpet and notes from the throat of the goddess of all goddesses are that which now slams into the ocean of death. She produces notes that bring tears even to the ears of the evil one whose command started this war. Her trumpet is mightier than any army that has ever risen to do battle. It freezes the sands where they fly and returns them to their place far below with the crying lord. One chord shatters Ra’s cage and frees the master of the sun once again to rule and do his sacred tasks. Healing raises Horus and chains Shu on the border that sits between Heaven and Earth. He who rules the sun removes the crowns of the upper and lower worlds and places them upon the savior’s head. In mercy, Shu is banished to serve Osiris and this supreme goddess is empress of all for all time.