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Hrothkalr's Saga, Fin.
Posted Jan 29, 2010
Thus launched that mighty black ship.
hewn from twisted boards of fallen oak.
Upon the backs of bound thralls
chained to the ocean's shore.
With a crack their spines sung,
shattered splinters of bones burst
and blood bled, staining the timbers.
Sea foamed red as crimson flowers
blossomed upon the gore covered prow.
Under Grave skies bereft of sun
sails raised loft to catch the chill northern winds
sent to haul that ship of slaughter
by its flayed flesh sails of sloughed skin
it made its journey, dragged by oar
rowed by hulking war-men.
faces scared with the years of battle
that have etched themselves upon worn flesh.
their muscle and sinew tested with the
house of fervoured combat, for each man
knew the craft of murder and death,
Baptized in blood and raised in ways
of battle-blade and bitting axe.
Their mad eyes brimmed with murderous desire
breaking bodies with sword and club
gouging flesh and bone and hymns
of terror as screams exult their lord.
An outrage to persons whose pastured passions
led them to settled life,
for these men of death sought not
coin or gold, but looked across
those waves and sought the attention
of their bloodied god.
Lord of Iron and Brass
who smote with fury adorned with
skull and placed upon a towering throne.
His face dressed upon the sea-garment
that caught their ships path across the
sea, gore caked and dripping with unending blood,
thus his gruesome visage heralded the doom his
victims would be subject to.
Through the dark green sea they made
their way till headlands and cliffs made
themselves in sight, and so readied they
their mail shirts of hand bound chain,
whose work, to guard the flesh from
wound and lesion, to deny the war sword
its hunger for bloody slaughter.
so too did they adorn themselves
with iron helm cast in shapes of hideous creatures
found in dream and visitations sent by the lords
that dwell in the warriors cursed land.
Their harsh blades dull and cruel
ready to carve flesh and cleave through skull
and limb.
Hrothkalr drew his sword
his fell blade cast with flames fueled
with hearts of men, whose right
to be sacrificed tested in battle,
their bones used to temper the burning iron
on the altar of murder, till only blackened
dust remained
and when crafted into a form of cruelty,
quenched with the blood till it steamed away.
so was made that mortal's sword
crafted from iron and flesh.
the skies heaved as the ship
approaced the shore ready to kill
and slaughter, the heavy sound of
thunder boomed as the bloody god
looked upon the coming battle,
his unending fury lashed the waves and
scared the earth, and sounding through the
maelstrom a long note blown from horn
announced this horde's coming.
Thus like the storm
they charged upon the coastway and reached
where lay a herd of weakling men
creating a din so brutal in sound
the folk thought a great beast
laid seige to their holm, and gave
in return their own screams of terror
and no less was their fear when they
saw the truth of the great cry
and when they saw too the hideous
blood soaked image of the hateful lord
worshiped by the war-men.
With the lowing of horn the battle-brothers
did herald the nascent carnage
with praises and laudations
to the blood god, boasting of coming deeds
as they sank into bloody veneration,
deep did they slide into that dark dedication
as deep as their swords gnawed flesh
and limbs hacked from bone,
bodies lay scattered into the sanguine earth.
Hrothkalr took each man by his throat,
delighting in the fear he beheld
in the startled eyes and tore the flesh
from his face, his own unadorned, became painted red.
the metallic tang of the man's life savoured upon
the Lord's tongue.
His Armour slick with gore and entrail, his murder
extolling the virtues of his master's passions.
Hrothkalr, battle lord, lord of blade and axe,
wandered through the field of holy death,
lord of bloody earth.
Thus when their murderous lust had been
sated they collected the weakest cattle
and stood them upon the cliff to watch
the blood drenched sun die, and with its
last light spent they smashed a great bludgeon
upon the backs of knave and youth, whose innocence
rent, were flung from high cliff top
to mix blood and brine, gratitude paided
to the boundless waves.
So when the doom upon the people of the town abaited,
they gathered the maimed and wounded
and dragged them to their ship
with songs of despair the bounded thralls
were loaded upon the deck
carried back across the dark green sea
where fate decreed them service in blood and death
to the master of the sword.
When someway across the ocean's road
they took the men whose life looked not to last
the journey home and butchered them.
Taking the softest flesh from limbs and with their
hands giving the fare the only preparation
consumed the gobbets of humanity.
So feasted did they until at last gulls
swooped in the air above and the headlands
of they realm came into view.
And when they arrived upon the land's shore
the War-men took their herd,
naked, doused in blood filth and life weary,
to the face of the Furious God.
Dropped to their knees they whimpered
and wept as Hrothkalr took his blade
and swept clean off their heads, each one
falling before the altar of bloodied one
drenched in hot arterial spray
and 24 heads fell before the throne of skulls
and 24 times the hot sanguine fountain
soaked the earth, clotting like bed a bed of flowers
before his awesome shape.
Thus he revealed to Hrothkalr his most profound
of shrines.
A dread place that reeked of death, for poured forth
a noisome miasma, the smell of spoilt flesh,
though not once did the disciple of the battle-blade
stir, so into the thick gloom he made
his path,
ready to be tested in the temple of Blood God.
Hrothkalr came upon the threshold of his master's border,
for his kingdom was without end and lay before Hrothkalr
the fields of battle where were tested the mortals
of his god's favour.
stretched far were the gibbets that held corpeses,
doomed men whose fate had led them to defeat.
Gallows still swung with decaying flesh, a desperate
display to Hrothkalr of defeat.
So he followed to the site of battle a river
of running gore that raised a viseral stink,
thus he came to the throne, a mighty bronze
chair walled by a circle of boiling blood
where sat the blood god's servant.
A great beast that rent its existence upon Hrothkalr's vision.
So the beast roared,
a fetid stink spilt over Hrothkalr,
he smelt the crushed bone and rancid meat
from the beast's maw,
a terrifying jaw that dwelt with teeth as sharp
as any sword or spear.
His face was crafted in the visage of the Blood God
himself, his vile glory.
and stood the demon titanic,
clothed in mail of bronzed shimmer
the wight of his presence bore down upon the mortal
like a mountain, the beast's fury shone
like the sun as his tirade of axe blows
raised down, threatening to crush hrothkalr
beneath wrought iron.
But it was not his fate to sucumb to fear
and Hrothkalr raised his bloodied sword
and ther did battle the avatar of the Slaughter Lord,
both restless in furore.
So for 7 days they fought till the blood god pleased
by his servant, gave strenght to Hrothkalr
and with a mighty strike smote
that creature,
hacking his head clean off til its blood baptised
Hrothkalr and he stood wet with gore,
a bloody aspect to behold and now herald of his
unmerciful god, ready to set aflame the earth,
ti bring unending slaughter.
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Saga of Hrothkalr
Posted Dec 17, 2009
Thus launched that mighty black ship.
hewn from twisted boards of fallen oak.
Upon the backs of bound thralls
chained to the ocean's shore.
With a crack their spines sung,
shattered splinters of bones burst
and blood bled, staining the timbers.
Sea foamed red as crimson flowers
blossomed upon the gore covered prow.
Under Grave skies bereft of sun
sails raised loft to catch the chill northern winds
sent to haul that ship of slaughter
by its flayed flesh sails of sloughed skin
it made its journey, dragged by oar
rowed by hulking war-men.
faces scared with the years of battle
that have etched themselves upon worn flesh
their muscle and sinew tested with the
house of fervoured combat, for each man
knew the craft of murder and death,
Baptized in blood and raised in ways
of battle-blade and bitting axe.
Their mad eyes brimmed with murderous desire
breaking bodies with sword and club
gouging flesh and bone and hymns
of terror as screams exult their lord.
An outrage to persons whose pastured passions
led them to settled life,
for these men of death sought not
coin or gold, but looked across
those waves and sought the attention
of their bloodied god.
Lord of Iron and Brass
who smote with fury adorned with
skull and placed upon a towering throne.
His face dressed upon the sea-garment
that caught their ships path across the
sea, gore caked and dripping with unending blood,
thus his gruesome visage heralded the doom his
victims would be subject to.
Through the dark green sea they made
their way till headlands and cliffs made
themselves in sight, and so readied they
their mail shirts of hand bound chain,
whose work to guard the flesh from
wound and lesion, to deny the war sword
its hunger for bloody slaughter.
so too did they adorn themselves
with iron helm cast in shapes of hideous creatures
found in dream and visitations sent by the lords
that dwell in the warriors cursed land.
Their harsh blades dull and cruel
ready to carve flesh and cleaves through skull
and limb.
Hrothkalr drew his sword
his fell blade cast with flames fueled
with hearts of men, whose right
to be sacrificed tested in battle
their bones used to temper the burning iron
on the altar of murder, till only blackened
dust remained
and when crafted into a form of cruelty
quenched with the blood till it steamed away
so was made that mortal's sword
crafted from iron and flesh.
the skies heaved as the ship
approaced the shore ready to kill
and slaughter, the heavy sound of
thunder boomed as the bloody god
looked upon the coming battle,
his unending fury lashed the waves and
scared the earth, and sounding through th
maelstrom a long note blown from horn
announced this horde's coming.
Thus like the storm
they charged upon the coastway and reached
where lay a herd of weakling men
creating a din so brutal in sound
the folk thought a great beast
laid seige to their holm, and gave
in return their own screams of terror
and no less was their fear when they
saw the truth of the great cry
and when they saw too the hideous
blood soaked image of the hateful lord
worshiped by the war-men.
With the lowing of horn the battle-brothers
did herald the nascent carnage
with praises and laudations
to the blood god, boasting of coming deeds
as they sank into bloody veneration,
deep did they slide into that dark dedication
as deep as their swords gnawed flesh
and limbs hacked from bone,
bodies lay scattered into the earth wet
with gore and viscera.
Hrothkalr took each man by his throat,
delighting in the fear he beheld
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Creation, ii
Posted May 12, 2009
The world was barren Rock, the Earth lay void
as It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa
saw it from t'atkisshahikichaq in the heavens.
They mourned as the saw it, they wept
because they were the only Beings alive.
So they went down, they descended onto the Earth.
From It'oîchik’at'akassa's womb she took her seed and
laid it upon the ground, thus It'oîchit'atkassa took
too his seed and placed it on top of It'oîchik’at'akassa's.
And from the soil grew a mighty Flower, a splendid Lily.
Its Petals were white, and they shone each like a full moon.
thus they filled the darkness, they lifted the veil of shadows
so in this light danced It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
though they sensed there was something wrong.
This time It'oîchik’at'akassa took strands of her hair
and created them into a raven, a great black raven.
and It'oichit'atkassa then breathed upon the still form
until it raised itself high into the heavens.
and It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
were content, their hearts were white.
for they danced in the light of the Lily
and the raven sung for them,
for in ancient days the raven's song was still sweet.
So they returned to t'atkisshahikichaq and dwelt there
ere woe and misery.
It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa went down to dance
in the light of the Lily when they rose from slee and to
listen to the song of the raven.
That song which traveled upon the aether of the Earth,
and thus it was heard, it was captured by dread beasts.
Demons born in the absence of light long in ancient days.
And they sought the spring of the sound,
long they searched, they traveled far.
so that when It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
were resting on t'atkisshahikichaq,
they came to a light on upon the horizon,
they had arrived upon the sight of the lily.
though they stopped upon the edge of the radience
fearful to tread into the bright realm
for this they had not seen before.
so they gathered around its girth
they summoned their numbers to watched it.
thus they watched the Flower.
Until one beast stepped across the veil of light,
he entered the lucent kingdom.
He walked towards the flower and viewed it
first in terror of its brilliance
and then he gathered his courage and in an act of malice
he severed that Flower, he tore its glimmering petals.
Thus ceased the first most beautiful light,
the splendor of the moonlit Lily.
And so that Flower bled, it gushed out.
Thus from that blood rose the Lord of Dust.
He rose mightier than the sun
and more fierce.
His arrival heralded by his embryonic scream,
he cryed aloud his name.
So it rung like fourhundred souls wailing in pain.
And awoke It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa in panic
they heard the great scream, they awoke to terror.
and thus descended below to the Earth below.
So they saw there The lord of Dust,
resplendent in his armour.
His form stained blood red, his hair matted with gore.
He held a sword stained with gore,
and his hand clenched around a still beating heart.
He stood upon a mountain of the dead,
raised high on the corpses of the fell beasts.
Around him was an ocean of blood,
dark tides washed around that fleshy spire
and great crimson waves crashed around him.
Thus It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
saw in terror the majesty of his form.
It'oichit'atkassa saw then that the Lily was not to be
seen, and he came to believe that this
warrior had destroyed the most perfect Lily.
and so he grew in anger until he charged up that
mountain of corpses and wrestled with the Lord of Dust.
They locked their bodies neither forgiving
nor mercy did the other show.
so for six nights and seven days they grappled
upon the face of the Earth,
and thus created the Mountains and the valleys
as they sought to pound, to smash.
To smear the other's flesh across the ground.
So on the seventh day the Lord of dust locked
It'oichit'atkassa upon the ground
and there gouged forth his right eye,
and so screamed out It'oichit'atkassa.
The Lord of Dust raised high his trophy, he celebrated his triumph.
Thus in that moment, It'oichit'atkassa too raised from the ground
and struck the left Eye from Lord of Dust.
So both Gods were humbled before each other, and ceased to fight.
And It'oichit'atkassa then took his eye and raised
it into the heavens and thus it became the sun,
and so the Lord of Dust too took his eye and raised
it into the heavens and thus it became the moon.
but the Lord of dust would not permit the moon to shine
while the sun did so, thus never was it in the sky
while the sun shined, but It'oichit'atkassa thus made
the stars to show ever that he was present.
So It'oichit'atkassa went back to t'atkisshahikichaq
and dwelt with It'oîchik’at'akassa.
And when she saw his mutilated form, his blood dripping face.
she wept, she cried from the t'atkisshahikichaq.
And gushed forth those tears upon the Earth,
thus for seven days she cried and it washed upon the world
and cleansed the mountain of flesh,
absolved the world of the bloody ocean.
Her tears became the oceans and the rivers, the lakes and and streams.
On the eighth day she stilled herself as It'oichit'atkassa's
face healed, the blood stopped dripping.
and so too did the raven appear to It'oichik'at'akassa
and she was content, though when again he sung
his voice was not sweet, his song was full of lament.
and never again would he sing so beautifuly
as he did in the dawn of his days.
The time came again when It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
both wished to view objects of beauty.
And they viewed the World below which now had upon
its face the mountains and valleys, the oceans and rivers.
But still they longed for sight of the lily was more.
So It'oichik’at'akassa took her seed and spread
it across the world.
And again It'oichit'atkassa did take his seed and spread
it across the world,
thus from their union came the myriad of plants that grow
high into the heavens and creep along the ground
and too the animals that walk among the Earth,
and Fly in the sky and swim within its water were born.
so It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
walked among the garden of the World to view the
most wonderous creatures they had made,
the most wonderous Blossoms that burst forth.
until they noticed when walking among a forest
of cherry blossoms, which shone
like a blanket of stars, a rotting corpse.
And ere it stood the Lord of Death.
His Form cloaked in shadow.
All in the cherry grove wilted,
the blossoms that shone like stars shriveled.
And It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa
did wail and scream that their creations died.
And wondered at where this Lord arrived.
So he declared that he came from the first death, born from demon blood.
and ever would he seek to destroy
the works that lived, those that breathe.
And so It'oichit'atkassa declared that he would
always seek to create the living, to endure them to breathe,
until the ending of the world and all ere it.
So dwelt in the world death and rage.
but always It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
worked to create and heal.
It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa dwelt
upon t'atkisshahikichaq, and they had made all
that inhabits the earth, and the lights that hang above.
Thus they deceided the time was right to create Humanity.
So they went to the earth.
And they thought then of how to make them. For they wished
them to be their best creations since the lily,
and so they dug into the rock and brought forth Gold.
Thus fashioning the form of man and women.
then It'oichit'atkassa took his blood and smeared it
upon the face of man, he imbued his life with it.
and so to did It'oichik’at'akassa.
Thus were born the first race of man
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Creation, part1 finished
Posted Apr 2, 2009
The world was barren Rock, the Earth lay void
as It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa
saw it from t'atkisshahikichaq in the heavens.
They mourned as the saw it, they wept
because they were the only Beings alive.
So they went down, they descended onto the Earth.
From It'oîchik’at'akassa's womb she took her seed and
laid it upon the ground, thus It'oîchit'atkassa took
too his seed and placed it on top of It'oîchik’at'akassa's.
And from the soil grew a mighty Flower, a splendid Lily.
Its Petals were white, and they shone each like a full moon.
thus they filled the darkness, they lifted the veil of shadows
so in this light danced It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
though they sensed there was something wrong.
This time It'oîchik’at'akassa took strands of her hair
and created them into a raven, a great black raven.
and It'oichit'atkassa then breathed upon the still form
until it raised itself high into the heavens.
and It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
were content, their hearts were white.
for they danced in the light of the Lily
and the raven sung for them,
for in ancient days the raven's song was still sweet.
So they returned to t'atkisshahikichaq and dwelt there
ere woe and misery.
It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa went down to dance
in the light of the Lily when they rose from slee and to
listen to the song of the raven.
That song which traveled upon the aether of the Earth,
and thus it was heard, it was captured by dread beasts.
Demons born in the absence of light long in ancient days.
And they sought the spring of the sound,
long they searched, they traveled far.
so that when It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
were resting on t'atkisshahikichaq,
they came to a light on upon the horizon,
they had arrived upon the sight of the lily.
though they stopped upon the edge of the radience
fearful to tread into the bright realm
for this they had not seen before.
so they gathered around its girth
they summoned their numbers to watched it.
thus they watched the Flower.
Until one beast stepped across the veil of light,
he entered the lucent kingdom.
He walked towards the flower and viewed it
first in terror of its brilliance
and then he gathered his courage and in an act of malice
he severed that Flower, he tore its glimmering petals.
Thus ceased the first most beautiful light,
the splendor of the moonlit Lily.
And so that Flower bled, it gushed out.
Thus from that blood rose the Lord of Dust.
He rose mightier than the sun
and more fierce.
His arrival heralded by his embryonic scream,
he cryed aloud his name.
So it rung like fourhundred souls wailing in pain.
And awoke It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa in panic
they heard the great scream, they awoke to terror.
and thus descended below to the Earth below.
So they saw there The lord of Dust,
resplendent in his armour.
His form stained blood red, his hair matted with gore.
He held a sword stained with gore,
and his hand clenched around a still beating heart.
He stood upon a mountain of the dead,
raised high on the corpses of the fell beasts.
Around him was an ocean of blood,
dark tides washed around that fleshy spire
and great crimson waves crashed around him.
Thus It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
saw in terror the majesty of his form.
It'oichit'atkassa saw then that the Lily was not to be
seen, and he came to believe that this
warrior had destroyed the most perfect Lily.
and so he grew in anger until he charged up that
mountain of corpses and wrestled with the Lord of Dust.
They locked their bodies neither forgiving
nor mercy did the other show.
so for six nights and seven days they grappled
upon the face of the Earth,
and thus created the Mountains and the valleys
as they sought to pound, to smash.
To smear the other's flesh across the ground.
So on the seventh day the Lord of dust locked
It'oichit'atkassa upon the ground
and there gouged forth his right eye,
and so screamed out It'oichit'atkassa.
The Lord of Dust raised high his trophy, he celebrated his triumph.
Thus in that moment, It'oichit'atkassa too raised from the ground
and struck the left Eye from Lord of Dust.
So both Gods were humbled before each other, and ceased to fight.
And It'oichit'atkassa then took his eye and raised
it into the heavens and thus it became the sun,
and so the Lord of Dust too took his eye and raised
it into the heavens and thus it became the moon.
but the Lord of dust would not permit the moon to shine
while the sun did so, thus never was it in the sky
while the sun shined, but It'oichit'atkassa thus made
the stars to show ever that he was present.
So It'oichit'atkassa went back to t'atkisshahikichaq
and dwelt with It'oîchik’at'akassa.
And when she saw his mutilated form, his blood dripping face.
she wept, she cried from the t'atkisshahikichaq.
And gushed forth those tears upon the Earth,
thus for seven days she cried and it washed upon the world
and cleansed the mountain of flesh,
absolved the world of the bloody ocean.
Her tears became the oceans and the rivers, the lakes and and streams.
On the eighth day she stilled herself as It'oichit'atkassa's
face healed, the blood stopped dripping.
and so too did the raven appear to It'oichik'at'akassa
and she was content, though when again he sung
his voice was not sweet, his song was full of lament.
and never again would he sing so beautifuly
as he did in the dawn of his days.
The time came again when It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa
both wished to view objects of beauty.
And they viewed the World below which now had upon
its face the mountains and valleys, the oceans and rivers.
But still they longed for sight of the lily was more.
So It'oîchik’at'akassa took her seed and spread
it across the world.
And again It'oîchit'atkassa did take his seed and spread
it across the world,
thus from their union came the myriad of plants that grow
high into the heavens and creep along the ground
and too the animals that walk among the Earth,
and Fly in the sky and swim within its water were born.
so It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa
walked among the garden of the World to view the
most wonderous creatures they had made,
the most wonderous Blossoms that burst forth.
until they noticed when walking among a forest
of cherry blossoms, which shone
like a blanket of stars, a rotting corpse.
And ere it stood the Lord of Death.
His Form cloaked in shadow.
All in the cherry grove wilted,
the blossoms that shone like stars shriveled.
And It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa
did wail and scream that their creations died.
And wondered at where this Lord arrived.
So he declared that he came from the first death, born from demon blood.
and ever would he seek to destroy
the works that lived, those that breathe.
And so It'oîchit'atkassa declared that he would
always seek to create the living, to endure them to breathe,
until the ending of the world and all ere it.
So dwelt in the world death and rage.
but always It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa
worked to create and heal.
It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa dwelt
upon t'atkisshahikichaq, and they had made all
that inhabits the earth, and the sun that hangs above.
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creation iii
Posted Apr 1, 2009
The world was barren Rock, the Earth lay void
as It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa
saw it from t'atkisshahi(kichaq-bridge) in the heavens.
They mourned as the saw it, they wept
because they were the only Beings alive.
So they went down, they descended onto the Earth.
From It'oîchik’at'akassa's womb she took her seed and
laid it upon the ground, thus It'oîchit'atkassa took
too his seed and placed it on top of It'oîchik’at'akassa's.
And from the soil grew a mighty Flower, a splendid Lily.
Its Petals were white, and they shone each like a full moon.
thus they filled the darkness, they lifted the veil of shadows
so in this light danced It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
though they sensed there was something wrong.
This time It'oîchik’at'akassa took her strands of her hair
and created them into a raven, a great black raven.
and It'oichit'atkassa then breathed upon the still form
until it raised itself high into the heavens.
and It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
were content, their hearts were white.
for they danced in the light of the Lily
and the raven sung for them,
for in ancient days the raven's song was still sweet.
So they returned to t'atkisshahikichaq and dwelt there
ere woe and misery.
It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa went down to dance
in the light of the Lily when they rose from slee and to
listen to the song of the raven.
That song which traveled upon the aether of the Earth,
and thus it was heard, it was captured by dread beasts.
Demons born in the absence of light long in ancient days.
And they sought the spring of the sound,
long they searched, they traveled far.
so that when It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
were resting on t'atkisshahikichaq,
they came to a light on upon the horizon,
they had arrived upon the sight of the lily.
though they stopped upon the edge of the radience
fearful to tread into the bright realm
for this they had not seen before.
so they gathered around its girth
they summoned their numbers to watched it.
thus they watched the Flower.
Until one beast stepped across the veil of light,
he entered the lucent kingdom.
He walked towards the flower and viewed it
first in terror of its brilliance
and then he gathered his courage and in an act of malice
he severed that Flower, he tore its glimmering petals.
Thus ceased the first most beautiful light,
the splendor of the moonlit Lily.
And so that Flower bled, it gushed out.
Thus from that blood rose the Lord of Dust.
He rose like the mightier than the sun
and more fierce.
His arrival heralded by his embryonic scream,
he cryed aloud his name.
So it rung like fourhundred souls wailing in pain.
And awoke It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa in panic
they heard the great scream, they awoke to terror.
and thus descended below to the Earth below.
So they saw there The lord of Dust,
resplendent in his armour.
His form stained blood red, his hair matted with gore.
He held a sword stained with gore,
and his hand clenched around a still beating heart.
He stood upon a mountain of the dead,
raised high on the corpses of the fell beasts.
Around him was an ocean of blood,
dark tides washed around that fleshy spire
and great crimson waves crashed around him.
Thus It'oichit'atkassa and It'oichik’at'akassa
saw in terror the majesty of his form.
It'oichit'atkassa saw then that the Lily was not to be
seen, and he came to believe that this
warrior had destroyed the most perfect Lily.
and so he grew in anger until he charged up that
mountain of corpses and wrestled with the Lord of Dust.
They locked their bodies neither forgiving
nor mercy did the other show.
so for six nights and seven days they grappled
upon the face of the Earth,
and thus created the Mountains and the valleys
as they sought to pound, to smash.
To smear the other's flesh across the ground.
So on the seventh day the Lord of dust locked
It'oichit'atkassa upon the ground
and there gouged forth his right eye,
and so screamed out It'oichit'atkassa.
The Lord of Dust raised high his trophy, he celebrated his triumph.
Thus in that moment, It'oichit'atkassa too raised from the ground
and struck the left Eye from Lord of Dust.
So both Gods were humbled before each other, and ceased to fight.
And It'oichit'atkassa then took his eye and raised
it into the heavens and thus it became the sun,
and so the Lord of Dust too took his eye and raised
it into the heavens and thus it became the moon.
So It'oichit'atkassa went back to t'atkisshahikichaq
and dwelt with It'oîchik’at'akassa.
And when she saw his mutilated form, his blood dripping face.
she wept, she cried from the t'atkisshahikichaq.
And gushed forth those tears upon the Earth,
thus for 7 days she cried and it washed upon the world
and cleansed the mountain of flesh,
absolved the world of the bloody ocean.
Her tears became the oceans and the rivers, the lakes and and streams.
On the 8th day she stilled herself as It'oichit'atkassa's
face healed, the blood stopped dripping.
and so too did the raven appear to It'oichik'at'akassa
and she was content, though when again he sung
his voice was not sweet, his song was full of lament.
and never again would he sing so beautifuly
as he did in the dawn of his days.
The time came again when It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa
both wished to view objects of beauty.
And they viewed the World below which now had upon
its face the mountains and valleys, the oceans and rivers.
But still they longed for sight of the lily was more.
So It'oîchik’at'akassa took her seed and spread
it across the world.
And again It'oîchit'atkassa did take his seed and spread
it across the world,
thus from their union came the myriad of plants that grow
high into the heavens and creep along the ground
and too the animals that walk among the Earth,
and Fly in the sky and swim within its water were born.
And It'oîchit'atkassa and It'oîchik’at'akassa would
walk among the garden of the World and view the
most wonderous creatures they had made,
the most wonderous Blossoms that burst forth.
until they noticed when walking among a forest
of cherry blossoms a rotting corpse.
and before it stood the Lord of Death. His Form cloaked
in shadow, and all before in the cherry grove would
wilt and die.
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