Throneless Crown, Tarnished in Sooth
Fellow, whom has swart palms quoth:
"Thence I foreseeth the eclipsed will of a prevailment by us."
He whom hath been nighted and thornsung,
Hath taken a gaze upon barrow.
The warchoken swordgrave enkindled his eyes eftsoon.
A glint betwixt dead, in dead man's pocket, stole his glance,
Perhaps the death or hope itself for this morrowless war.
He got closer to source, espied a voidrift presence.
There, quoth he;
"Be this helmsplit being beheld the hexbraid bag?
A relicbane, born from wail.
Starworn scourge, now mine to own."
Thus his grasp filled with haft of the instrument.
Whereas, impolished mortal coil carried shadow of fate's smirk.
His liegeman waited in marvail.
Then, he beheld the starbent yew to the skies.
Liegeman of the crowned hath united in rapture,
With zealous shouts;
"O' crown without throne!
We are pleased of you as we own.
As a king, as the one hath crowned you."
Thus, erst anew, quoth he;
"Feast me when I own the throne.
My vowen deeds aren't done.
O' my heart and mind, unite and be one!
Fellow men, choose not to say retreat,
Bestow in the suffering, scarred great,
Thy hugs and last kisses are Tiamat's eat.
Now be not afraid, be blindingly present,
Sheer courage must guide your consent.
Thus, let requiems for you be sent.
That's not a tale, not just a fable,
Exalting swordsman to be stable,
A coward in madness cannot be able.
For I praised highly on the ground I set,
You must take the word, gain the asset,
Which I use, my speech, was not preset.
Listen, once again before I surpass deities,
Followers, slaves, anyone from any class;
Take your money and bet on my hourglass,
When devalued names become compass
No eye of theirs shall be granted the sight of mine carcass!"
Quoth, he whom blent with soot;
"Thy massacre shall resolute before him,
Otherwise, resolution is in doom's will."
Of old anew, quoth he;
"Whom art thou to command above mine?"
In sooth, answered he;
"Not the scorning pride but a idea,
Upon thine triumph to make it become,
As real as slaughter of Zu.
Whom hast hesitate shall fall,
Be not the fallen, tarry not,
For silence grows in thine absence.
Arise to the throne, that fate has forged for thee."
Quoth, the crowned;
"Shall I be praised for,
Doth you call me,
To my sovereign seat.
Is there aught but mine own will to crown me so?"
In sooth, answered he;
"Not I but the discerning light that shined,
Upon thee, which blinded me, dost unraveled.
Still doth, your shun arises over,
Not your throne but the pride.
Shall cherubim horses not welcome you,
With their unpleasant, angelic cry."
Once more unto, quoth the crowned;
"May their stomps of soil be quick,
So I shall end their cry.
That is what this prophetic fallacy must see,
Not the declare but the scorching tip of my blade.
O' ashed fool, hail thy blunt steel, welcome my call!"
As quick as crowned hath moved to struck,
Prowling sooth released a breath from the bag he hid.
There were a hush'd verse, ink'd in iron as "Sharur".
There, he hath quoth aback.
Not with a vain phrase but with a instrument,
One which seems as not a tool but a beast.
Quoth, the crowned;
"Tis' the witful mace?
Be not the fool, not fall for trickery,
What thou heldst betwixt me and thee.
Dared I, to grasp a infernal twirl,
Not only rude but heart-felt sinnery.
Shall we resolute, on the door of doom.
Shall we not knock, I plead here."
In sooth, answered he;
"May I be trickier?
Dost thou see not?
That hour, I knew, was ever sworn to rise.
I am not he that may unbind the writ of stars;
Thou knewest the ceasing, yet dared,
To stood, 'gainst the thread."
Quoth in dread, the crowned;
"Now I hear the cherubim horses,
'Ere their angelic cry,
Shall fate let us perceive,
What cannot be seen,
With the prideful vain eye."
In sooth, answered he;
"Gratitude I bear,
For thou hast throned me in thy doom;
The crown shall not be forsworn,
When I strike, tis' just."
The soothblent hath taken aback the mace,
Unmade the thousand's fury.
Revealed a blunt fang,
Then hid the steel deep,
In beholster of the crown,
At his halse,
Teeth of the steel was so keen,
It felt as it rival'd the fire's first kiss.
Hence, the earth hath shaken,
With an act,
A betrayal of unanonymous,
Of deceitful,
Of soothblent whom knew,
The very vile flames and punishments.
Thus, his blood boiled and poured,
From his throat,
Through the shoal of time,
Slowly, sundering spirit from flesh.
Alas, quoth, the crownless damned;
"Perceivest thou naught with thine seeing orbs?
I, now, decease unvanquished in war but in my pride.
Damn that god who damned me upon tis' scorching sun."
There the crown hath fallen,
Without a bearer,
Found the profane ground.
In sooth, answered he;
"My orbs doth very well,
Yet the orb hath not let you arise,
Must I steer my fate,
Crown the crown upon my ground,
Take the throne upon thorn,
Then turn your wound into legacy.
The crown fits none but I.
The world shall kneel,
And thy name fade 'neath mine shadow.
Yet fret thee not,
For thou art not my first damnation,
Yet I shall make thee proud in kind,
By becoming what none shall surpass.
Sleep now, for I carry thy end as my reckoning."
He reached forth to grasp the crown,
But e’en as his fingers near’d the gilded fate,
A searing fire did smite the back of his breast
A torment vast, as though wrath itself had struck.
That blow, has ended and begun it all.
Ev'ry gaze saw the crescent sun as crimson.
Just as children unchasten’d,
They flung rage without art or cause.
Ev’ry gaze hungered,
Ev’ry hand outstretch'd for the crown unsworn.
In that fell hour, the army wrought a blood’d mire,
Arms and legs afloat as driftwood on a cursed tide.
Hearts torn from breast and skulls shatter’d like urns,
All did await the hush that death alone bestows.
Hence, a sanctified presence is heard,
A command sent,
It's echo cleaving ear and soul as one.
There, the world, undone by a sound not cursed but holy.
They perished entire, as though breath itself obey’d the voice.
No dominion nor spell withstood that hallow’d decree.
Yet anon, by that same utterance, they stirr’d anew,
From death they rose, in command of the divine will,
They new no meaning,
But which that will alone did breathe into their being.
There they saw, no Marduk nor Tiamat,
Only the judgement call.
There, the faithless, who bowed ‘fore idols false,
And bathed their blades in their brethren’s blood,
Now cast unto the pyre.
With woods they carry in their back,
They are cursed to rise and fall again,
Reborn to anguish,
Waking ever with a wish for the silence of the grave.
There, once crowned, pride-blind knave,
Hath seen whom had swart palms,
Terror waved onto his face,
For this time, swart become flame
Quoth whom once was answering;
"Now you perceivest,
Why I knew yet doth not oppress,
Deception you have gotten into,
There lay another of mine
a loathsome wretch,
Robed in gold yet rotted within.
Mine was his end,
As ever it was his path."
Thus, once crowned,
Whom tried to damn the god,
That fool who raised his wrath ‘gainst the one,
Heard the voice in sooth,
Once again quoth, the soothed answerer;
“Thou who damn’d the Divine,
Now lick’st the spit thou flung toward Heaven.
Fallen art thou,
And fed by thine own filth.”
Of old anew, quoth he;
"Is there no path unwalk’d, no thread unbroken?
Can one so marred yet seek the hand of grace?
I, I was given the hour, yes, mine it was,
and I spat it from my lips like bitter draught.
I cursed the sky and dared the One who made it.
I struck my name from the book of breath
And crowned myself with blasphemy.
Now here I stand, ‘twixt silence and flame
mine knees undone, mine heart laid bare,
and yon devil laughs like thunder o’er a grave.
Let me turn back.
Let me be small.
Let me weep.
Let me bear the wound but not the void.
I feared not Hell when I had breath,
But now, in stillness,
'Tis not fire I dread,
But the one and only,
And the knowing I shall never look upon."
He wept, in tremble
Then quoth old anew;
"Is there no mercy for the fool who knew,
and chose the thorned crown of defiance?
Hath I been truly left unto his laughter?”
There he learnt that justice is devouring,
Consequences offer no remorse,
But gives the chance of a lifetime,
Then wrought in iron, unrelenting fate,
Only steered by,
The divine favor given;
Damning the hand that wieldeth it false,
Yet likewise,
His redeemer ‘gainst the ever-burning pyre.
Thus, he reincarnated and perished in torment eternally,
An unchanging and refractory existence;
In the benevolent and undying flame.
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