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The Birth of Mhaldor (Act II)
Written by: Father Herenicus Coldraven
Date: Monday, November 29th, 2010
Addressed to: Indrani, the Demon Queen
SWAN : Poor Valnurana, broken laid,
Amongst the Garden's colonnade,
Her ravaged throat didst loose a howl,
And honked as dying waterfowl.
ERIS : My dearest Sister! Name the lout!
So help Me, Sister, point Him out!
What coward didst this crime to Thee?
Prithee, Sister, answer Me!
Lift Thy head, and be Thee brave,
Know Thy strength and name Thy knave,
Thou mustn't bear the hurt and blame,
Of Him that caused Thine awful shame.
SARAPIS : At last didst Valnurana stir,
And in Her croaking voice was heard,
The name of Whom in passion rent,
The Dreamer's loins and so was spent.
ERIS : Sartan! Curse Thy foul caprice!
Thou raped a Goddess suing peace?
Wouldst Thou deign to rape us alI?
Thine ugly pride precedes Thy fall.
SARTAN : Dear Sister, hold, one moment's pause,
Unstand Thy fur and sheathe Thy claws,
Such sour umbrage Thou wouldst spin,
Alone, Thou knows Thou cannot win.
SARAPIS : Roiling clouds, the risen Lord,
Their pealing, thunderous accord,
Shouting, weeping, hear them cry,
As warring titans filled the sky.
SARAPIS : With heaven raining tears of grief,
And mankind struck by disbelief,
A yawning earth gave up Her dead,
So many lives devoured instead.
The weak and wicked didst repent,
So frightened by the firmament,
Where Eris struck, and vainly fought,
But seeking weakness, finding nought.
Sartan stood astride the storm,
As Eris fled to astralform,
But soon His smugness did subside,
To Aegis and His Wife, allied.
SARTAN : When numbered less, How fast You flee,
As suits a coward's pedigree,
Wilt Thou not invite still more,
To aid Thine iridescent whore?
SARAPIS : Lord Agatheis now felt inclined,
'round Sartan didst His fetters wind,
And Noxtra cast Her silver beam,
As Ourania joined His team.
A final shout would rattle hearts,
And bowels in distant, foreign parts,
But Sartan's cries would soon fall still,
As waves obeyed Lord Caspian's will.
With Evil in His wat'ry grave,
Lupus and the Smith felt brave,
Enough to lift the real estate,
That sealed Lord Sartan to His fate.
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 553 AF.
The Birth of Mhaldor (Act II)
Written by: Father Herenicus Coldraven
Date: Monday, November 29th, 2010
Addressed to: Indrani, the Demon Queen
SWAN : Poor Valnurana, broken laid,
Amongst the Garden's colonnade,
Her ravaged throat didst loose a howl,
And honked as dying waterfowl.
ERIS : My dearest Sister! Name the lout!
So help Me, Sister, point Him out!
What coward didst this crime to Thee?
Prithee, Sister, answer Me!
Lift Thy head, and be Thee brave,
Know Thy strength and name Thy knave,
Thou mustn't bear the hurt and blame,
Of Him that caused Thine awful shame.
SARAPIS : At last didst Valnurana stir,
And in Her croaking voice was heard,
The name of Whom in passion rent,
The Dreamer's loins and so was spent.
ERIS : Sartan! Curse Thy foul caprice!
Thou raped a Goddess suing peace?
Wouldst Thou deign to rape us alI?
Thine ugly pride precedes Thy fall.
SARTAN : Dear Sister, hold, one moment's pause,
Unstand Thy fur and sheathe Thy claws,
Such sour umbrage Thou wouldst spin,
Alone, Thou knows Thou cannot win.
SARAPIS : Roiling clouds, the risen Lord,
Their pealing, thunderous accord,
Shouting, weeping, hear them cry,
As warring titans filled the sky.
SARAPIS : With heaven raining tears of grief,
And mankind struck by disbelief,
A yawning earth gave up Her dead,
So many lives devoured instead.
The weak and wicked didst repent,
So frightened by the firmament,
Where Eris struck, and vainly fought,
But seeking weakness, finding nought.
Sartan stood astride the storm,
As Eris fled to astralform,
But soon His smugness did subside,
To Aegis and His Wife, allied.
SARTAN : When numbered less, How fast You flee,
As suits a coward's pedigree,
Wilt Thou not invite still more,
To aid Thine iridescent whore?
SARAPIS : Lord Agatheis now felt inclined,
'round Sartan didst His fetters wind,
And Noxtra cast Her silver beam,
As Ourania joined His team.
A final shout would rattle hearts,
And bowels in distant, foreign parts,
But Sartan's cries would soon fall still,
As waves obeyed Lord Caspian's will.
With Evil in His wat'ry grave,
Lupus and the Smith felt brave,
Enough to lift the real estate,
That sealed Lord Sartan to His fate.
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 553 AF.