The Battle Of Evermore : The Arrival Of Nymphertii : Chapter 3

A calm tear that lay at the edge of the eye
Was touched by the hair, as the hair fly
In that moment down the cheek it flow
As the saddened words from her lips blow.

Then her eyes glow with shocked surprise
Realize she, the naughty tricks in the skies
Keeping the gift of tassel on her throne
She quivers, with her last lamenting moan.

She knew by symbol, the arrival of the one
The only girl, to have challenged the sun
Mighty queen knew, her tear must she wipe
Valiant girl else would all the world swipe

She would reason if there be no tear in the eye
But her wisdom if tell her the queen tears cry
She would neither care, nor in the least shy
To destroy the earth with a gesture slight

That naughty sweet surrendering stream
That naughty unrelenting water's queen
That evaporating, flowing angelic form
That subtle moist ever-present norm

That power which upon earth life bestow
The helper, the creator, that nature's plow
The icy presence that with the sun melt
Through her eyes precious life 's dealt.

The goddess of water, Nymphertii
Came along with pearls of the sky
With vapor and scent captivating
To find the castle in silence; waiting,

The stones reverberate messages hollow
Tears have been wiped, though sadness follows
Leaving Nymphertii wondering; why?
Even her presence leaves the place dry.

The queen in haste brings herself together
In her mind promising, she should'nt bother
To let undue pearls drip from her eyes
Until there be nothing but empty skies

She motions with her arm towards lord wind
A gentle gesture; symbol of a grand hint
Suggesting he should take charge of the army
As the dial sweeps towards futures swarmy

Lord wind through the ancient gallery strides
Towards the legions and armies; he prides,
Where outside the grey ancient castle stand
Scores of armies on the immaculate land

Numerous greens and translucent blues
Ready armies atop contrasting hues
Angels atop horses, angles with swords,
Angels with arches, anxious for war

In that voice which echoes through time
Lord wind addresses the angels prime
Though like a father, he feels a nip
In sorrowful oceans his spirit drips

Like a mushroom is the heart of nature
Gentle it is like a new born creature
But when nettled with, unleashes wrath
Like surging waves unleashing froth

The stem is thick but never does it harm
But if 'nyone step be'yond this arm
The stars and legions together comply
If there must be justice, the vile must die

Not the black flags, neither their god
Can ever take grip, of the royal rod
Not these maculate mortals can ever fight
The armies and wrath of Aphrodite

In crystals shimmering, beside her throne
She summons Nymphertii in a placid tone
In the flowing bright glow of the glass chair
Nymphertii holds the soft hand of care

"My niece! Naughty you are, as you are true
My castle heartily welcomes your presence blue
Tired you must be after your hasty journey
Come rest; later we shall ponder on things many"

But such words can not dissuade Nymphertii
She has her determination upon the fight
Her thirst to know what events have shaped
How now her wretched brother has scraped

"Oh! my Darling! Darling! Queen of light
I see that this castle seems fake bright
There is something gnawing in your pure heart
Speak and Speak until all incidents part

Let into my mind all the events seep
Like a sponge I shall soak in it deep
Let drain all that torments you now
We shall listen; what brood's your brow"

Touched but calm the queen of light
Smoothes the hair of Nymphertii
Though tranquil but heavily breathes
Addresses Nymphertii and Grenophelis

"We stand here not to war against foes
As I am aware Lord Wind informed you
But wait for time, your sisters arrive
Then we shall discuss Scrizoaan's strife"

Green eyes and blue eyes blend and meet
The name Scrizoaan strikes darkness neat
There is a look in both the beautiful eyes
One of pain and agony and naked cries.