Nathrangking

Here we go week # 3 and Poem # 3!

                                               Lost to Iniquity Unknown?

Raging waters gallop forth sweeping away all of the world as the fists of a deity angered beyond reconciliation. Nymphs and Dryads vanish with their terrified cries sinking into the depths. Pan’s music is buried and the throne of Demeter is tossed aside while these waters seek vengeance for crimes even the primordial ones know not. The power of Ares and Athena pale and break before armies that need no rest. Mountains tremble and Olympus itself falls in petrified submission.

Zeus on high gazes down awestruck, silent, and humbled in a way that forms shackles of barbed twisted metal that clings to flesh. All of the fires of Hephaestus are burning oceans of steam that accompany a trembling Typhon into oblivion. Sighing forests ancient and proud bend in futility for a few moments before all that remain are jagged splinters fly outward with true violence. Rivers and lakes attack wantonly that which they had once shared with the other elements.

The Earthshaker is bound hand and foot. Nothing remains of the kingdoms of mortals on land or at sea, but the last cries of those who cling to faint hope. Aeolus seeks to hold back the stallions that have lowered the sovereigns of all, but his breath fades into nothing as soon as it is loosed. Clear skies reveal the twins tears that fall and mingle in the deluge with an insatiable hunger. Nowhere is safe from spirits that rise armored in full and drag into the grave mortals and immortals alike.

A horrific song reaching a crescendo digs down tearing Hades and his realm up from the roots and treading it underfoot. One by one all are seemingly brought to heel until there is nothing left of beauty, subtlety, or complexity of any kind in the whole of the cosmos. Shrouds wrap tightly for a moment and take hold of that which is now theirs. Joy which is anathema builds cities most high and establishes empires that are hollow things. Memory and time lose meaning.

Then two brothers step forward bearing with them might which sends all which has happened into flight. Angry waters fall to slumber as they rush back to whence they came from leaving little sign that they had ever existed. Those who were lost rise from the abyss. Slumber returns strength to the whole of what once was. Forests heal and true laughter returns. Order is reborn and crowns replaced upon the heads of tyrants and fools. Grim smiles appear on the faces of Thanatos and Hypnos before they rush away and all is seemingly forgiven. 

I decided that I wanted to put myself to the test. As a result I am challenging myself to write a new full length poem every week for the next year. I don't know if I can, but  I want to try. To keep myself honest I am going to try and post the new poem to the shard in a public post like this one. If at any point this becomes annoying to someone please reach out and I'll stop. It is though the most effective way that I can think of at the moment to keep myself from missing a week. Without anymore delay the poem of week #2:

                                         Memories Unraveled

   Howls echo across the barren sands as in the distance a clash is brewing between two mighty warring kingdoms. Choking clouds of dust cover the rivers that raised these enemies from suckling infants to hardened and unyielding warriors. Up above in the skies blazing chariots of fire race about blanketing the realm in darkness bred not of the chaos serpent, but rather of the order of battle. The moons raise blades against one another and spill oceans of blood as they rise beside the suns. 

   In the clouds the falcon headed son bleeds rivers that stain the whole of the grounds below as he is punished with wicked biting blows delivered gleefully by a lord borne upon eagle’s wings and a blowhard king with four vassals. Waves of power slam into each other as one who is three assaults the sisters of the dead lord. The whole of the universe quakes. Cracks appear in reality while the jackal and the prince of those who have been slain call their eternal legions to eviscerate the realm of those who still live.

   From the lifeless desert the hated one rises. His animalistic sneer grabs hold of the armored avenger in an unforgiving crushing vise. Three sisters grab hold of an ancient scale and crush it underfoot. Palaces crumble and cities are swallowed whole as slaughtering gods free their inhibitions. Storms sweep across the living and dead removing all memories from time and space. White hot flames melt stone and turn the earth into tombs of jagged fragments of shattered glass.

   Ra falls into the all-consuming abyss and void. The glow of his light is vanquished and the silver of the moon fades. Horus kneels in iron chains his crown broken as is the power of the spells of Isis and Nepthys. Anubis is laid to rest in a field where the dogs may feat on his flesh. Set is tamed. He is transformed now into a never-ending object of scorn as the weight of all souls loses meaning. A shadow cloaks this place as a new tale is woven. Romulus is king and the deities of Egypt are bound forevermore.