Summoning

The story this piece is based off of is one of a specific unnamed cult that gathered the knowledge to summon a meganeura to bring about Armageddon, but are met with nothing but failure as the beast turns upon its masters.

Tonight we invite eternal extinction.

At dawn, we shall rule with limitless fear.

We offer tonight this bloody intinction

To the beast we indulge. Our time has drawn near.

 

Come now rise

To the skies.

Chaos brings

Black veined wings.

 

All hands rise to the skies

And all voices ring as the reaper takes wing.

 

Through perilous nightmares the beast shall be born,

Wrought from the fires of lust, rage, and scorn.

This malcontent purpose of warped genocide

Shall arise with the passing of man's great divide.

 

The age of man has gone awry.

They will suffer and they will die.

 

They will die.

 

Hear me now.

Come forth and fly.

Be free my creature,

Take to the sky.

 

The kingdoms of man shall reign no more.

Destroyed by their fear, like so many before.

Weather to ash until all is gone.

Their time has come. Something is wrong.

 

Wait, no. How could this be?

This creature is mine. It belongs to me.

The wake of destruction begins on this night.

We die the martyr as the reaper takes flight.

Author's Note

This is a lyric for my band, MegaNyra. ...this is the version that I wrote. Our singer has "Tweaked" it around a little and changed a word here and there. The demo with my vocals can be heard on myspace.com/meganyra1

Reviews

[Sara]

Wow is something that would sum this up for me. This is an outstanding work of, simply put, art. You have a very creative use of your vocabulary and made this not only interesting but somewhat exciting. It has a sense of morbidity but has the style of James Joyce.

[Kala Benfield]

i love it. its meraculouse . like every other peice yopu write.

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

Good to read some new work from you. This is very impressive, and I think your style has improved, if my memory of your older work serves me well. The apathetic tone (or the tone I hear when reading this particular poem) is quite chilling and haunting; it portrays the sound of chanting very well. The stanza, however, gives an ironically warming twist in the heart, as the speaking seems to experience a type of caring, or platonic love, for the creature he summoned.

This is very excellent work, Ashire. It's good to read from you again.

Ironically Yours, Blade 3 Blood