Archive NEXUS!

A Poem of

I, Maja Marshall of the New Century

Whistling a hymn to the dead of hades

Shackled forevermore to their sorrows.

As my staff blooms neath the onyx skies

Of Lorgamo, sapphire blood leaks from those soldiers of night.

With my face skyward I ask the clouds

To hold their waste, the stars to calm their envy of my staffs of tricolored veins!

Smashing my instrument of penance into the ground

Stamping the minerals laden within the concrete

Somnolent whilst awaiting judgement

My gyrating apertures refringent splitting the moon wavering light.

Look upon my envious ridden skies!

As I trample upon the armies of Anamos

As I swim through lakes of fire

And rain down brimstone

As I call to life a army of herbivoric fury

To shadow the land with beauty.