The Battle Of Evermore: The Arrival of Avianominus : Chapter 6

As Creaflueetes entered the crystal door

There took place much a loving uproar

All rushed toward an embrace tight­

All but the composed goddess of light

 

She knew not what thus held her back

Nor what her conscience did then lack

Why she should not have then rejoiced

In her mind what strange voice voiced 

 

Eventually struck sudden terror true

Gradually trickling a denser future grew

Thus she began to understand afresh

How Scrizoaan had made a grand mess

  

Her love for her nieces rang out qualms

Sweat soaked her beautiful body and arms

Uncertainty, unsurity, did she see ahead

All her body was paralyzed with dread

 

Her eyes still bright, lovingly could see

In that embrace a certain northerly breeze

One that bears of the north speak ‘bout

One that leads to warm summer clouds

 

How great would be the pool of blood?

How many would be peddled in mud?

She wondered why this fate had arrived

Would all angels one bright morning die?

 

The anger that at the beginning had dawned

Gently eased off as crystal concern fawned

She could not move even though she wished

But then certain voices in her ears fished

 

Swam smoothly into all angel ears soft

The sky was shrouded with bodies loft

Fluttering, chirping the flying legions

Voices eager to understand the reasons

 

Why all of nature had been beckoned?

What immoral fate had reckoned

As with the voices got closer to the eye

The bodies took shape as they fly

 

There appeared a glorious eagle grey

In the color of clouds; blue eyes inlay

Wide wings hovering in half the sky

Its call a soothing irreversible cry

 

Feathers stroked with shades of white

Its beak filled with unfathomable spite

Could bite off the great tower of Babel

Under its wrath nothing stood stable

 

While atop it sat the maiden of birds

The beautiful princess of airborne herds

Beauty exceeding the realms of thought

Like in those soft wide dreams begot

 

The goddess of birds, Avianominous

Had flown from above the adobe of Zeus

From above that golden steeple of age

From above that glimmering seat of rage

 

There were no gods that danced in this dome

There was nothing that angered or foamed

There was only nature that stood today

And man who fought with his lipid grey 

 

The goddess smiled and waved complying

White angel wondering why all were dying

Nothing seemed sure to even her knowledge

Nothing—nothing—knowledge was porridge

 

Tasteless, feelingless, gulped down the throat

Inane knowledge had made man a goat

The scapegoat of corruption incomputable

Why didn’t it prove itself immaculate, able? 

 

Though the accurate reason she knew not

She knew there would be one reason what,

Only Scrizoaan could call such wonders

Only his guile could put lives asunder

 

With similar thoughts she neared the crystal

A gesture towards, she commanded the eagle

Flung swiftly as the wide window neared

On angry feet landed with spirit geared

 

There was much rejoicing at her ingress

But she ventured straight to the empress

Ignoring the whispering angels present

She requested softly what all this meant?   

 

Much touched by the anxiety in her voice

The goddess was left not much choice

But she had to wait till the others arrived

Thus toward an answer she strived

 

“My concerned, disturbed, Avianominous

I beseech that you should await with us

The arrival of your remaining sister

Then shall we discuss why all is bestir,

 

Though it wouldn’t be unjust to let you know

That Scrizoaan has caused much of this crow

He preaches and wishes to end all of nature

And thus we are poised to save our future.”

 

Upon hearing this she was not surprised

But deep down in her something slowly died

She had been very close to this god of man

So even better she could now understand

 

His plight, his words, and his way of life

His only lust was to gloriously survive

Her brother she had played with as a child

Now waited to war against nature riled.