The Birth of Mhaldor

By: Herenicus Posted on: January 18, 2011

SARAPIS : Sides declared, a world alight,
Torches stretched beyond our sight,
Rivers, starry-lit didst run,
A mighty war had just begun.

A northern tide, its banks now broken,
Against His knights the mob had spoken,
A crimson beast didst stalk the earth,
With daemon choirs to hail its birth.

SKELETON : Witness Sartan, clad in mail,
And watch His ivory hordes assail,
Smile as dessicated waves,
Bid that Bastion share our graves.

His Wickedness didst ascertain,
So many skulls, yet ne'er a brain,
Were beaten on that battlefield,
Our forces split o'er Ashtan's shield.

DAEMON : In fury didst His rage abound,
His minions fleeing from the sound,
In terror, didst our fear evince,
The power of that Iron Prince.

Gazing over shattered bones,
Lord Sartan snarled in vicious tones,
With glacial heart and ire hot,
Didst Evil hatch a second plot.

A butcher's bill is ever steep,
Where death is sown, so Death will reap,
So tells our tale forevermore,
A woman's shadow graced His floor.

SARTAN : Valnurana, sweet and fair,
Goddess of Disheveled Hair,
So tightly held within My trance,
And senseless to My slow advance.

How pleasant Thou didst happen by,
Thy diplomatic ploys to ply,
But this is war, My pretty foil,
And to Thy victor goes Thy spoil.

Kneel, My pet, before Mine throne,
Of twisted steel and gleaming bone,
My supplicant, if stupefied,
Thy parted lips so well applied.

Enow! Methinks Thou too intense!
And lest Our ending soon commence,
Loose Thy maw and still Thy lung,
And curb Thine over-eager tongue!

Enow! Enow! Thou greedy cow!
Thine energy We must avow,
Oh fie! Thou wanton, wasted space,
Wear My disfavour on Thy face.

Thy cheek and brow, so pearly white,
Are marred by orbs unfit for sight,
So squinty, porcine o'er Thy snout,
Prithee, Goddess, pluck them out.

Huzzah! Ne'er lived more handsome mares,
Now rescued from Thy vacant stares,
Behold Thy countenance divine,
So what was Yours becometh Mine.

SARAPIS : And so the Lord didst laugh aloud,
And so He stood, aloft and proud,
And so did Sartan's eye survey,
That ripest fruit, unwilling prey.

SARTAN : Join with Me, I so command,
I bid My beguiled Goddess stand,
Deliver that which Thee might wield,
And bend as beasts on yonder field.

Magnificence, so rarely viewed,
And wouldst Thou think Me very lewd,
If I upon Thy form might gaze,
And save the sight for future days?

VALNURANA! Let Thou wake!
As in Thy sweeter meats I slake,
Cry out! Grace Me with Thy scream!
With severed eyes behold My dream!

SARAPIS : So Valnurana knew Her lot,
By Sartan's hand Her get was got,
And had She tears She might have cried,
As His Malevolence arrived.

Tears of blood would run instead,
In ruddy rivers, Her noble head,
Did hangeth low and gulp for breath,
Whilst Sartan sought His little death.

And in the privacy released,
At last His rapine plunder ceased,
With gauntlet balled within Her hair,
The Lord didst cast Her from His lair.

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.

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.

SKELETON : No greater marker graced a tomb,
The Evil Isle, Sartan's doom,
A barren, windswept granite stone,
The soil where wicked seeds were sown.

A pike grown from a cavern's side,
Wouldst prove the place where Sartai died,
Impaled thereon His children bled,
In hopes to pass in Sartan's stead.

LYCOPOD : The sanguine river runneth deep,
And summons daemons from their sleep,
From ruddy depths a fog didst flow,
And by degrees didst Evil grow.

On blackest winds that fog didst spread,
And strangled flowers in their bed,
So ancient trees gave up their leaves,
Succumbing to that foul disease.

INFERNAL : Then Gaia's trembling hand didst shake,
Beneath Her feet the earth didst quake,
And sealed the world unto its fate,
Releasing fog at thrice the rate.

Behold a Pantheon allied,
And each divinely terrified,
Impotent gods would soon lament,
Lord Sartan, the Malevolent.

An ancient lesson thus retold,
Blood mayest break the bonds that hold,
Through sacrifice is freedom earned,
All power gained and wisdom learned.