October 2009
1 post
Chronicle X
Fratricide
Upon the fields of Mercury appeared,
A silent horde that stood at crater’s edge.
The beast began to laugh and roar, “What’s here?
A hairless, bastard pack of dogs play fetch.”
One man stepped out, “Our father knows us still,
And waits to see us slice your wayward tongue.”
The burning ground beset by sour swill
was split to herald how the godson hung.
An ancient hymn of sky and clouds...
September 2009
3 posts
Chronicle IX
Judgment
The blackened stones rose o’er the tan and green,
With cloaks of gray spread out on chapel walls.
A disciplined reaction to the fiend,
Each judge cast down with force from protocol.
These bureaucratic spells sprang to the hide,
But searing, rotting holes did stay and rest.
The beast could not but stumble out of stride;
A slouching god encumbered by a test.
A putrid liquid burst on chosen...
Chronicle VIII
Chronicle VIII
The Trial
The earth had weathered circling winds and fire
She saw the plains with flood and quake reduced
But never had she witnessed such a sire
Who scoffed rebirth and spat on nature’s truce
He showed not signs of slowing or respite
And slaughtered men fell silent by the way
His path remained a desolate midnight
The wench and child left waiting for the day
A deep’ning pall drew...
August 2009
1 post
Chronicle VII
On High
The clouds in black erased the sun and sky,
As burning air leapt out the throne room doors.
The Lord of Storms did watch as heralds writhed
And filled with anger fit to split the core.
“Those knights were not of steel I now do know,
But stuffed with women’s rags and suckling meat.
My son has razed a town and still he sows
More seeds to grow dishonoring my feats.”
The temples shook with...
July 2009
1 post
Chronicle VI
Death & Disorder
A thousand years ago this grave was dug
In valley now with flesh and blood replete.
The weeping widow would not sweep the rug,
For hopeless is the home with silent feet.
Of all the men, the only one who stands
Is robed with furs and crouched in cellar deep.
A final check and wringing of the hands
Brought forth the mayor of the fast asleep.
He called to urchins playing in the...
June 2009
1 post
The Storm
Chronicle I
Son of Storms
The Lord of Storms begot a newborn son.
From day to day he grew upon the clouds.
His strength was great. “Now surely all’s undone.
The boy is young, his power knows no bounds.”
The mother of the boy was weak yet quick.
She knew her son, with all his strength, was mute.
The boy would need a voice himself to pick,
One of whose loins he’d surely been a fruit.
“You are your...