There is a poetry thread already in the creators corner, but
Thanatos Ascending
An assassin slinks silently through the deep shadows of the
night. Its cloak is woven of a cloth conceived by the hands of divinities. It
swallows the light which is born from scant silver beams. All light that
could betray the presence of being who drowns in blood like a raging river of
ice. What this creature must do is nothing less than the opening of a door into
a realm where the damned that Jove cast down into the deepest depths plot to tear
the whole of the mortal world asunder.
It is prepared to bare iron teeth in challenge if even the
lord of the heavens himself would dare issue a challenge. Eyes carved of
unforgiving souls frozen by the touches of Hades crush mountains to rubble with
no more than a gaze. Forests wither away at the sound of its tortured voice.
Mortals hide in caverns and grottos forgotten by even the primordial beings by
whose will the world was formed. Even with a vast army behind it, no beast
dares meet this spawn of Erebus in its own den.
It stalks across the land with its barbed blade prepared to
create a deluge of death. Under Boreas’s own breath it advances upon the gate
that it seeks to open. Slabs carved of burnished bronze float above blighted
soil. Suddenly the twang of a bow breaks the silence of the evening. The
assassin looks and finds an arrow of burning silver lodged in its chest. This
destroyer falls to the ground shaking the cosmos to its foundation. It fades as
Diana stands high above the portal of the damned.
