Anonyblog

In my left hand I hold thunder,
and ashes, and the slag of dead cities.

In my right I hold lightning and fire, and touch the sun to the earth as one lights a candle

Settle your spine and stiffen your heart and attend to the tale I tell.

Between the great nations
a mercantile peace obtained
and the people, having much
feared losing all.

And the day came
when War and rumours of War
spread from tongue to tongue
like a spark in dry grass.

And every man took up the cudgel
for fear his neighbour's neighbour
had already done the same,
spreading havoc like billowing smoke.

And it came to pass
that in a season of plenty
the harvest was blood and fire
and hunger stalked the cities of men.

And the shame of warring nations
was outraged by their best and brightest;
for they had opened up the book of life
and written in their words of strife.

And a new plague was loosed
to bind the legs and seize the heart
and not one in ten who saw these signs
lived to die of other cause.

And leaders and healers
everywhere were sought
to answer for the crimes of their fraternity
example answering for justice.

And every branch of the human tree
was stripped of civil thoughts
by the winds of madness; hunger,
rage and fear were in command.