Birth of the Cataclysm

By: Ayleth Posted on: May 31, 2012

Hail to thee, the exiled spirit, Propasia,
Exiled from thy forest home
Underneath the cobbled streets
Of the Heart of the Southern Vashnars.

Thou hast combined thyself
With thine sister, Urania
In order to cleanse the forest
Of complete and utter darkness.

Thou hast merged thyself
With the seed of Destruction
Within thy Mother's temple
To be born anew once more.

Hail to thee, the exiled spirit, Propasia,
Exiled from thy forest home
Beneath the cobblestone roads of Cyrene.
Hail to thee, the birth of the Cataclysm.

Tremors shook the earth,
Blizzards ravaged the lands,
Lava flowed freely, endlessly,
Steaming fissures opened like wounds.

Chanting a single phrase
That thou had uttered first,
'Tionolaim sibh, anachaine,'
Released the other spirits from their trees.

As each of thy sisters were released
By chanting thy phrase at an elder tree,
'Tionolaim sibh, anachaine. Tionolaim sibh, anachaine,'
Each made their way to thy Mother's temple.

Caladriendra, the dryad teacher
Was found crouching over the earth, crooning,
Crooning, crooning to the soil
Speaking of a seed buried there.

This seed buried in the depths of thy earth,
A gift from the former Great Mother,
The Lady of Destruction, Makali had planted
This seed as a reminder of Rebirth.

The chanting continued, pealing through the grove,
A sapling hast sprouted from the earth,
Quickly growing, growing,
The sapling was growing into a young yew tree.

As thy chanting hast ceased,
Thou had placed thy hands upon the trunk,
A bright radiance spread
As though hast merged with the mature yew tree.

And as thou merged thyself,
Thy tree was struck by elemental fire
from the Realm of the Lord Vastar,
Lightning that split the yew in twain.

Standing between the split yew tree,
Was not thou, the exiled spirit, Propasia,
Instead was a woman, vine covered and murmuring,
Murmuring, murmuring to the rumbling earth.

And then the earth was calmed,
Thou had taken to the skies
In thy new appearance and
With a whirlwind of movement.

Cataclysms raged, focusing on thou,
Thy body ravaged and wracked
As the ice hast pierced thy flesh
And the fiery elements consumed thee.

Hail to thee, the exiled spirit, Propasia,
Exiled from thy forests home
Beneath the city of Cyrene.
Hail to thee, the birth of the Cataclysm.

Hail to thee, my Divine Mother, O Artemis,
Lady of the Cataclysm, Warrioress of Nature.
Born of the exiled spirit, O Propasia,
Exiled underneath the streets of Cyrene.