Verse of First Dragons

By: Daalo Posted on: December 07, 2011

Of Gods Disobedience, and the Lust
Of Proteus' dominion, Ayar's Will,
By blind lip, spake certain truth: the Twin,
Prophecy of overthrow, doth foretold
Too mewling rivals to Aldar power.
Yet, never what be, truth prophetic. Thus
Triumvirate rose, that in surety
Would fall. Wrongly whispered, the Wanderer,
By foul speech of saccharine Pazuzu,
Who yearns but for toils of blood, fire, and flesh.
In league, war against Creation became.
And so 'twas. The immortal divide,
Armies gathered of the Patrons Divine.
To Nishantoba, came savagery vile:
Roars and whip of Rajamala, swords 'loft;
Dreads un-, whisper'd pitch by grisly Prince;
Four-armed Scrula, aside Dwarves newly soul'd;
Tsol'aa abound, arachnids tremendous.
Become Death, them all. Too, immortal frets
For known words knew not the fiends Infernal,
Writhing in the thrum and pound of Ending.
Against, was wove a dome, captive and glint.
Such lonesome vault, wherein hope wrest not flight
And Almighty prayers fell to silent heart.
Sang pale lament, Scarlatti's fair sorrow;
Proteus guilty for having failed His.
Sincere seemed the Prophecy. By the War
'Twas twilight for the breath of Creation.
Yet, as this hand doth write, salvation was
Come to by keen and soar such prodigious,
Such serpentine beast of skies through curled
A swarm of cerulean verdigris,
Ebon, vermilion, opalescent ivor'
Clouds roll'd vast asunder by tooth and claw,
Shimmer'd in scale, fleetly by wing, such
Beings magnificent, of elegance
Turned heavenly, eyes all, for them to see
Ayar's perfect. Challenge to the demon horde,
And 'neath fiery grace, fell the Triumvirate.
Too Pazuzu, banished to outer planes.
Rejoiced, the Gods, hope mighty above woe.
Over, was the War. Begun, was the day
Of dragons.