Nathrangking

And #43

                                                         Anthem of Olympus

Sunlight laying its hands upon frozen and unmoving earth is all that any mortal eye can perceive when it gazes upon this plane of existence. Apollo and his lyre bless the universe with songs that cause the heart of the cosmos to beat. Seas still beneath Khione’s breath and dances to and fro almost imperceptibly. Winds whisper up above of the battle waged by the daughter of Boreas and the son of Zeus. No armies march across the icy lands to clash their weapons or spill blood to sate untempered thirst. A son and daughter born of raging lords try to prove their might for the sake of the rulership that is not theirs. The frigid kingdom wages its war against the heir of Helios and the master of the skies. Eagles fly not as amusement takes the lords on high and makes them giggle at the foolishness of the spawn of the divine. The huntress begins to shower Olympus with arrows of silver as even the lord of the deep ascends to speak his piece. Civilization begins to shrivel as flames and ice obliterate everything that humanity has struggled so long to build. Walls tumble, breath falls, stone melts and rivers run as molten stone. Steam from the seas inspires ire from the Earthshaker as he demands that this foolishness end. Forests are both ash and fragments of most cold wood. Pallas in her armor stands at her father’s side, but even she sheds a tear and her strength appears to fade. Hestia tends to her hearth having no heart to take sides, but raising her eyes to the stars above. She moves her lips and song beyond the ken of Phoebus bursts forth from among the stars. Snow and cold melts away while the heat is tempered and awakens the Spring. Deities who have done war are cast into an abyss never ending while a flute calls forth a new world. Healing closes the wounds both new and old as the melody is woven into the fabric of the land forevermore.

Behold #42  

                                                                   Oratorio 

Music how you waft through the skies blanketing the whole of the realm in a cloak that dispels and drives the darkness away from the souls that wander in peace. Moments turn to eternities until the world is enrapt and a dance begins. Mountains and hills are filled with neverending light spinning and clapping in harmony. Halls are home to feasting that divinities call sacrifices owed to them. Legions carry banners that wave in the wind and declare the names of a thousand kingdoms joined by unity everlasting. Fires of emerald and gold burn and ascend up to the heights of the heavens. Stars crowned with glory illuminate everything that exists heralding an age of rule. Zeus in his throne of ivory judges humanity with envy as Bacchus and Jupiter have festivals all their own. Storms blasting from the farthest reaches of the cosmos fly forth to descend upon those who are guilty and blameless. Typhon laughs and Etna churns as the burning soul of the mountain shatters the region. Smoke billowing blocking out Phoebus’ glowing beams smothers even the temples that glorify those who are unworthy of praise. Plutus and his wealth are stripped from the very depths by marauders bearing both the spear of Pallas and the shield of Ares. The heavens are torn by the armies of gods warring to the sound of tunes sublime beyond reckoning. They reach deep into the past and cause enemies to pause their ever-so-violent actions for a time. Death stills its hands from destroying everything that lives because tears start to form in its eyes. Devastation tears apart every city and nation until nothing at all remains in the entirety of the universe. Fractured and ended is the plane of both humans and primordials until something comes from beyond the shadows of the upper spheres. A figure draped in notes of sublime sound restores that which has been lost. Soft waves carry and soothe all of the carnage away.