[Suzerain of Sheol]

Was bored and felt like trying something a little different, epic type piece based on one of my books. Meter could be better. Oh well. Not planning to continue it, was kind of fun to try though.

From Blighted Nurtures Carried Forth

Of that era, short in sight of time,
so woven with gray grandeur in
the fog of parting years I now
give voice, and dip this mused quill
unto the depth of 'spired thought
to scribe of majesties forgone,
upon beaten knees in sight of
greater souls, and thus begin,
in visionary breath found nightly
wing'd, departing swift, to speak
such fleeting words as riven minds
can so contrive, in weal of weariness,
my spirit held in hostel grave
to etch this testament unto the iron skein.

In those dim days, upon the wand'ring world,
whence man had not the wit to dream,
and the ravens did repose, there came
the nascent call of war, bleak stranger
to those starving lands, those meager lords,
who in such surfeit of survival knew
in languor of peace between and of themselves
not will nor wraith of that grim flame that
so rives the mighty temples of inconstant times
and maketh thus these lands anew.

So heralded by rising winter storms
and icy gloaming eve, came he,
unbridled from the 'placent bit,
bedress'd and arm'd for woeful clime,
with scepter'd sword and forged gown,
those shoulders meet to bear the mantle
of monarchy unyielding, imperious command,
and the reformation of all mien of life,
that specter borne on tempest's frigid gale,
his whisper bringing realms to heel,
that titan cast in gray-dusk shroud
against a far horizon's doom,
sighing empires to life, and thus called:
the Archon.