Nathrangking

Set Destiny?

When from the upper realms come tears spilled over the cubs, lioness, and elder torn away do the heights truly cry? Do the cosmos rake their flesh in mourning and allow agony to pierce them through? Sorrow is a weight, but does it weigh down the stars where they burn? Stones of the Earth should absorb none of the guilt and absolve no shame shed by the skies for watching in silence. Ground which took their blood as libation and will reclaim them may you be barren and forever cursed for your silence.

Where were the cries and trembling that ought to have taken hold of the whole of creation and broken shackles so utterly? The depths never unleashed it's might against the disease which leeches all vitality until nothing but nightmares even damnation could never even have conceived of remain. How was innocence stolen away with glee and relish leaving behind nothing but destruction untamed to roam? Tearing flesh and the crunch of bone are ignored by an uncaring universe.

Why are anathema beyond mortal description not taking the place of the formerly whole untainted slain? Shattered fragmented land oozes with its poison flowing freely without any bounds to hold back the tide. Fires shear thought and sanity from spirits smitten and trampled underfoot. Whimpers are unable to rise up from where they lay entombed within the dead that have become desecrated wisps. Would that phantoms would haunt legions that formed them from the mold of life. No power rests within them to be specters of justice and so darkness is ascendant. 

What hellscape is this where hordes march from the depths and drag all down youths and the aged into shadow? Broken bodies thrown from this reality are still eternally more and are now little more than the foodstuffs for the maggots. Flickering light vanquished forevermore fades away into the aether that cared not. Smoke takes all into itself obscuring and crossing all lines borders. That which it brings rips free with primordial violence the heart and frees oceans which can never know an end.

Which of you jewels in the swirling galaxies heard moments ended and loosed your arrows of silver and ruby upon the enemy? Blinding archers whose might put out no eyes and saw nothing at all be chained by guilt. Sink into the deepest pit and go out as your light is now and forevermore forfeit. Nevermore will your radiance illuminate and spread beyond the sepulchre in which you rest. Sobs are seen, but if they are true is something that resides beyond the veil which fell over all.

For those who know and those who wish to.

                      Inundation 

The skies spill their tears over the cubs whose strengths were never known. Their spirits ascended among flames so ravenous that only that which was incorporeal were spared. Smoke did not take them when in darkness they were entombed. Peace did not find them as unclean songs washed over the dead. Alongside one who sought to mend a world so fractured they were made spectacles to amuse anathema which crawled from the abyss. Skies drown us in your sadness unbound.

Lioness where are you as your kin cry out in agony without end? Did butchery of the most primeval sort take you that now we must be inconsolable? Until when will the stars gone dull on high refuse to descend and illuminate the carnage that sweeps across innocents? Did you hide yourselves and refuse to act? How did you justify your failure to turn back the hordes that rose to smite them? Heavens above do not cease to wail while the guilty stand unpunished and the innocent are unavenged.

Answer now shadows which watched and concealed. No shame enveloped you when you hid the purest gems in your cloak and snuffed out the light in their eyes. How did you not refuse to take them and instead turn your hands against those who cast them into chains that no mortal may ever break? What price was too high for armies of retribution to take those who bore no sin from the beast unshackled and deliver unto the monstrous horrors a reckoning sealed in their own blood? Should not their blood have intermingled with the rain?

Dirges upon the wind should fly and be heard in all places until it is a blade which will shatter the enemy where they stand. Ranks should tremble before these cries. Let their every dream be awash with agony not their own. Beasts of the field come witness and accuse. Birds of the sky allow no rest to those who ripped away without reservation. Breath in their throats aid them no more and ice swallow them now entombing them in cold everlasting. Earth take them forevermore. Should you not come forth to wage war?

Treasures despoiled will shine once more in days to come in time draped behind the thickest veil. Light will not reveal them to eyes below and they will not unveil them for any towell and truly behold. Candles burn now and form a road and plea up into the aether it goes parting the gloom that looms. Pathways just beyond touch and sense rise and fall as the beats of hearts stilled and silenced. 

Cubs, your voices sing no more and do not penetrate iron so skillfully woven as to cut with barbs of poisoned razors. However, a rhythm that cannot be restrained plays with two strains as one that no blade can sever. It is not a shroud to bury the lost, but rather your call to arms not to shed blood and smite the whole of the world. Memory is what it implores all to hold to and seek a day when the skies need cry no more.

A short time ago on the "Having a bad day" thread I panicked as my work contract was expiring and I was filled with dread at the possibility that my wife and I would be left without any sort of income. Thank G-d I received today a contract extending me for a year (whereas before it was 6 months at a time) I was also informed today that because of my work performance they want to write a profile on me for the next company newsletter!!

Emerald mountain.

Sweet cinnamon is wafting.

Paints

The bejeweled hills.

Awash in dawn's mighty light.

Divine brushstrokes.