I rise from my grave.
So recently I’ve been on a bit of a poetry kick and stopped altogether and I wanted to use this little preamble to talk about it. The Song of the Storm King was originally intended to be written as an epic poem, inspired by The Song of Roland. I even referenced it with the “AOI” in this poem, which was written to get those creative juices flowing. Dactylic hexameter is dumb and hard not as intuitive as I would have hoped, especially as someone who eschews meter in general (and even rhymes.) I’m sure I could have powered through it, but I like my poetry purple and with long stanzas. In the end I started to make SotSK prose, but I’ve still been writing a bunch of poems about it. This is one such poem, currently untitled.
Untitled
Lo, the essence of life ground to dust and burnt to cinders
were sculpted by the Storm. This Pus of Man writhes,
struggles ‘neath the weight of the world and withers
before, finally, all spent and exhausted, again to dust it dies.
Without the grace of that Light Fantastic, the heart suffers and cries;
“O damned these horrid days without the grace of God.
His Radiance bestows nourishment and shields me from your lies.”
But the Light is within them, however faint or odd; the Light is theirs.
Their God was selfish and cruel; he slew his kin and stole their Light.
He fashioned for himself the Sun, a conduit for this stolen power,
and waged war against the world to bend it to his might.
These days tyrannical are filled with malice and have turned kindness sour.
The Storm alone stands tall, implacable, unyielding in the face of God.
Their King who trods upon the Path was bestowed a Light of his own,
a crown of lightning, and a sword of starred skies. He opposed God,
but was shattered, scattered amongst his kin and home.
Ye, the Storm King cometh once more, having enslaved death.
The Fox serves as herald and awaits his own end along the Path,
for the two are the same and cannot both exist as one.
The Fox must die to save this world, a fact that cannot be undone.
He does not wish to leave, nor leave this duty unfulfilled.
AOI
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