Nathrangking

Poem 7

Musical Feast

Landscapes of death flee upon tempest winds as a chariot of unbridled illumination spreads its arms to embrace all in its path. Earth scorched and littered with downtrodden spirits is cast into a hall of never-ending light. Blindness is sight in a breath and those who have not seen for so long behold wonders without parallel. Pillars of marble, bearing busts of the warrior that chases the dark away are filled with a divine inner power. Isis kneels at the palace gate and Minerva is prostrate upon the ground. Gardens of blessed dahlias so lush bear hosts both divine and mortal who come with vast tributes. Plutus with chests of treasure that are pale before the one to whom they are delivered walks with his head bowed. Fortuna alights from her palanquin and begins to dance in joy when she lays eyes on that which has come to this place. Zeus laurel crown in hand is humbled as vitality that he could not deliver floods all realms. Lifeblood and rivers run through an oasis where legend and mortality meet. Kings come on bended knees singing her praises though they know not words sweet enough to convey the truth. When she comes her eyes are alight with a raging inferno that can only restore and not destroy. Features that shame even the greatest deity inspires the most common mortals to attempt to bring happiness to the one whom they owe all. Though they cannot summon forth ecstasy as she deserves they gain a glimpse of wisdom by merely standing in her presence. Libraries pour from her regal lips and eons of knowledge emanate from her crown of silver and gold. How and by what merit the world warranted to have this savior come they know not. Music strikes up a concert whose cords grow stronger with every passing moment. She and it are one and the same. All of the cosmos whirls to the sound of her song as it plays eternally within every heart and soul.

Six in 9 days.

                                                             Imperial

Sovereign reigning over the darkened world yours is the command by which it is flooded with all-encompassing warming radiance. All that hid in vaults beneath barriers of unyielding barbed poisoned steel is now revealed to all. Bared secrets spill out as an ocean and cover everything in the whispers long held at bay. Mortal and god are granted sight unparalleled in the vast expanses of the cosmos. Elevation to the high place of the queen do all seek few may pass into this realm so sublime. Lilacs scent the air with the perfume of the divine prepared with the power of one whose might will never be matched. Stars in the sky lend her their light that she may rule during the darkest of nights as during the brightest of days. Regions beset by the petty battles of mortal flesh slow and fade when she speaks. Her words crumble weapons to little more than dust and ash in the hands of cold aggressors whose ice melts away. All whose voices claimed beauty hide in the retreating darkness. Weeping is heard when this plane is filled once again with the living long thought lost. Those who were trapped in mists and places where only Hypnos and Thanatos may enter burst from their tombs. That which was ruptured is made whole in a way that none may ever again shatter. Eyes that see all and are gates to the place of immortals bless those who were once gone placing them as one upon this world. Glades once silent are now halls as the spirits of the flora and fauna wake. Bacchus and his crown kneel as the celebration that begins are hers alone to rule. Her steps of grace mold the winds into a garment that places her in a position where none may ever stand. Eternity rests upon her head as a circlet and in her hands a harp whose strings rejuvenate the heart and soul plays. This universe burns so much brighter while this music plays for all to hear. Awakener of minds your rule fades not and those who you recalled shall remember their empress for all time.

           Day 5                                                                

                                                                          Rivalry 

Hypnos resplendent in your cloak of dreams neverending I see by your left hand is Morpheus and his legions that ascend from the depths of the realms of fantasy. On your right is a figure mysterious and unknowable. Eyes that reach into dimensions that cannot be real and conjure up such visions as even gods never experience. Clutched instrument and a voice so pure are weapons that deities do battle to obtain. Regions are overturned and yet where she stands there is only calm and peace. Lords of fantasy and the depths of sleep bow before her and subject yourselves to a creator without equal. How the oceans crash against the shore as though to break their chains and embrace her. Mountains argue and declare that her palace be built upon their snowcapped or stony crags. Deserts beg to, but glimpse glory that might heal them of the death that consumes all corners of the heated mounds of gold. Forests and Diana supplicate that she enter their shadows and join the wild spaces of the world. Lower regions of reality cry out for the honor of her light and serene presence. The cosmos claims her and yet it cannot contain even the thought of her ability and power. Those who do battle tire of the carnage that they wreak and as they grow weaker her might only grows. Legend does no justice to the truth of her grace and the majesty that she wears as the finest of garments. Designs that cast images of the most wonderful revelry and wisdom are a wending river that winds itself around everyone who gazes upon her ethereal being for even the briefest of moments. Orchards of the most fragrant cinnamon and saffron bedeck her in an aura that transcends time and space. What words can be spoken that can express her praises in anything, but the most transitory of ways. Can any be truly worthy of experiencing the existence that it beyond comprehension?

Day 4 and things are better than I could ever dream!                                                                

                                                         The Standard

Skies painted with hues most divine shine with an inner glow that struggles to break free of bonds mightier than imagination. They cascade across the realm and awaken vitality that rests just beneath cold and unfeeling rock and dust. Forests spring forth from clay scorched and lacking in even the illusion of life. Fields of grain and vast orchards ascend and offer libations of thanks and praise. Nature sings and rejoices to a song unlike any that has ever existed in the realm of mortal flesh. Every note is a sculptor that carves regions into artistic forms that no mere frail human could hope to shape on their own. Forms so sinuous and beautiful shout from the heights the kinds of glorifying words that only divinities deserve. Souls by the legion are led into a state of joy that seems fleeting and yet extends into eternity. Halls of laughter sacrosanct, sanctified, and sacred are filled with tapestries born beyond the reach of comprehension of those that will one-day end rush into the vastness of time. That most amazing flowing incredible cloak of sovereignty whose rich colors chase darkness into the void is clasped to the back of the mistress of this place. Dancing birds and beasts celebrate as though they can never hope to again rejoice after this day has run its course. Steps and flapping wings penetrate the heart calling forth things that were thought to be buried in shadow. Light spinning and whirling so strong and at the same time fragile races to envelop all in an embrace that is from another plane. Even gods and goddesses gather to appoint their new ruler. Empress who awoke the slumbering spirit and reignited life in the desiccated and dried-out husk I crown you in laurels purer than the light of the twins of night and day. To you now is a greatness that cannot be undone. Forevermore, that which is said of you shall be the sign of your coronation.

Heights and Depths

Mountains glistening with jewels born in the dark of the depths beyond the eyes of those whose unclean lusts would taint them. They burn with a wondrous inferno of sapphire, gold, emerald, and scarlet. Deities gaze longingly at that which is beyond even their reaches and unnatural spheres of influence. These powerful treasures resonate with a musical wave cast into the world by the hand of one before whom even the mightiest of primordials must for all time bow. Storms scatter as the notes wash across the angry walls of fiery iron. Winds that tear at the whole of the world and would uproot it if it could dance serenely to this tune. Nymphs and Dryads form a procession of celebration that swallows all of the mortal realm in a joy neverending. Eternity brings perfection to the imperfect. Garments woven by Minerva’s hands garb all in serenity and a majesty few gods ever know. The sun and moon hover together in the sky and Hypnos is sent away into an exile at the ends of this plane. Thanatos falls into a slumber that cannot break even by the command of Jove himself. Demeter raises bounty and harvest forevermore that this day of feasting outlast time itself. Those strains that bring tears of ecstasy to every eye climb to the highest of sublime heights that even kings are unable to attain. Paints color the heavens with a tamer beauty that is not even the barest hint of that which now blesses the souls that take in each perfect hint of the truest kind of divinity. Kingdoms cease to have meaning and monarchy reverts to naught, but dust as even nature is reigned in and made subservient. Hearts of stone and lead melt away and are replaced by living flesh that beats with the purity that has now brought forth the stuff of undisturbed dreams. Forever visions hold me and let the banished lies be secreted away into caverns buried and forgotten until the day all fades away. 

Endless Tapestry

A still voice forever singing wraps all of the world in the softest cloak that can ever be and has ever been. It comforts all and chases back the cold even as the frigid sun ascends from its slumber beneath the ground. Most sublime music enters the soul of a frozen realm sparking within it something so true that it pierces the veil between all realities. Powers at once so terrifying that highest crags shake down to their roots at the heart of all stones and yet so comforting saturate everything in a perfume more passionate than descriptions can ever quantify. It reaches through walls of iron and calls forth flames not destructive, but warming and healing. Barriers crumble and are forever lost while breath that brings from the dust an ocean of mauve lilacs. This scent embraces both the stars and sand. All drift in this river both fast-moving and most hypnotic in its appearance. Gaze into the depths and be transported to a place where the storms of the troubled shores of humanity shatter but never disturb. Countenance of the healer of existence thy eyes wield the sun and moon as shields. Soothing winds carry your words and thunderclaps are the weapons with which darkness is beaten back into hiding. Smile that raises from dead earth life most pure were all the treasures of the history weighed against it they would be baubles and trinkets lacking in even the illusion of worth. That which descended in the void now floats upon wings not of flesh, but of a symphony ever growing in complexity and unparalleled beauty. Reservoir of wisdom that irrigates all realities crystal are your fierce waters. The deities whose domains claim knowledge as their own drink deep drafts from you lest they be exposed to all for charlatans. A dream eternal calls me into its haunting embrace. Unbreakable bonds that none would ever fight pull me ever deeper into an oasis that is no mirage. Image all too real eternity leads me and I go now and until all fades away.

I think that I can safely say that I am stricken.

Eternal Enthronement 

A flower, so pure as to cause the very idea of purity to drip the most unclean nectar and aura springs forth and grows upon the realm of mortal flesh. Perfume that gods and primordials quest for throughout the eons is a river flowing from the spirit of this most beautiful blessing bestowed by the divine. How it grows and calls with its ethereal voice the most striking and amazing music that is even conceivable. Passion summons mighty light that raises cities and kingdoms in no more than a single instant. Oceans and rivers slow if only for a moment so as to be able to capture that which mortal ears are blessed to hear and fewer eyes to witness. Minerva in all of her wisdom and Venus in all of the pathos that she inspires can only fade before she who now ascends to unseat even the most powerful goddesses. Jealous Juno removes from her head a circlet of gold and bends her knee in submission. Nyx, the most ancient one of the dark, is lost in the most wonderful warming light. Hathor descends into the sands and all-powerful Isis can do nothing, but return to whence she was first brought into the memory of the world. Newest mistress of all those who have come and gone your glow is so much greater than even that of the highest point of Diana’s silvery chariot. Nature’s splendor is fashioned after but the smallest fragment of the shadow of your spirit’s shadow. Can even Phoebus speak of you and not be stricken with a sort of dumbness as he seeks to sing the simplest praise. All of reality is nothing when you are absent and it seeks to place the circlet of the queen upon your brow. That most dim a crown would not add to that to which so little could ever be added. All call for you now that you are revealed to all to be truly most worthy in all of creation, of such a coronation. Let the throne meant from the earliest of days now be yours and all else answer to you until all ends and your light continues forevermore.