Nathrangking

#22    

                                                      Sovereign Speech

Iris ocean that sends on high a perfume so sublime that to utter shame does it put all mortal tongues that seek its description. At the center of a place unsullied by eyes that Midas cursed with his gilded touch sits a throne of ruby cut from the purest bedrock of the realm. In jealousy divinities stare at that so far beyond their reach. Beauty flows into the world from this place beyond even immortal hands and renders Venus herself to be but a faint shadow that grows more insubstatial by the year. A scepter that denies rulership to petty beings that spill rivers of scarlet across the thirsty ground stands tall within the grasp of the sovereign whose shields turn away the roaring storms of Jove and the endless arrows of Leto’s twins. It is a wisdom older than the pit that spawned the primordial night. Light mightier than imagining shows all that is hidden for all of eternity. Empress whose kingdom is without end the power of thine eyes raises up all of the lands both immortal and held in the folds of Thanatos’ cloak. Your call is the call of endless purity. All lean in and await your words as you rise to address the cosmos.

#21 

                                                              Coronation

Mistress of inferno draped in a Tyrian purple cloak dyed by the grapes of Bacchus the form of Nyx scrambles away from you. Light pierces the shadows at the edges of the world. The sun’s illumination is the hound that sits curled about your feet. Brooks laugh with mirth as all celebrate your expulsion of night. Ceres sighs as you cause her kingdom to spring forth from the bleak and frozen earth. In the heavens the Hesperides mesmerisingly dance. Their steps fill the sky with an unending ocean of twinkling joy. They leap about from point to point and creation moves harmoniously below them. Olympus forges a most lovely crown from jewels that are unattainable by mortal hands. It floats upon clouds carved of pearl and is carried by the breath of the lord of winds. Trumpets borne by nature’s might ascend and fly about as heralds announcing the time which is at hand. Ancient glades become halls as the fauns and dryads emerge to take part in this celebration. Phoebus strikes a tune upon his lyre which evokes the sweetness of a date oozing honey and the clarity of untainted waters flowing true. Sing now your song time bound forms and immortals. Carry now her amethyst train. The royal one has arrived and now her coronation is nigh.

#20                                                                     Song of Fire

Roaring flames sing a reverberating song that chases away biting cold that howls a most bitter lament. Boreas’ breath is repelled by a legion of one. There is a single most powerful being holding him at bay. Weapons of unnatural subtlety repel the ice and send it back to the north from whence it came. Drenching rains and frozen winds are replaced by all encompassing warmth that returns vitality to the earth. Flora spring forth from frigid frost-kissed soil and expand across the realm. From deepest slumber comes the creatures who had fled into seclusion in the warmth of a darkened den. Out into the illumination of the soft silky fire they travel forth to view the world reborn. Ancient woods are again filled with majesty as the seas regain the life that had slipped away. Spring is recalled from the place that it had been chained away. Terra shakes loose her dreams. Hypnos and the tears of the skies fade away into memory. A thaw has come and established its eternal throne. An army of but one alone has healed a world stricken by the curse of cold.  

Poem # 19                                    Aurora

Weep O’ sun for your glory is eclipsed. All of the jewels of the cosmos are now pale and their radiance has gone to the void. Queen of flames your reign is risen. At your feet fairest Venus and most wise Minerva bow. Inferno’s fire obeys your call and casts blinding light that illuminates the most sacred treasure of this world. Rivers Sing of you and the highest mountains hide in shame. Creation’s forge wove its power and to you bestowed grace without measure. After time has gone out and its might expended the celtic empress shall forever live on.

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For the first time ever I will be taking part in NaNoWriMo! I wish much fortune on all of those sharders participating in this great challenge!