(AA) Gl’Immortali III
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born
WB Yeats
Apocalypse
Once, in the burning age
of flowing stone
the Devil’s old dark toffee overflow’d
Robin Munro
Four riders climb thro’ the bowels of DIS,
Hooves flashing thro’ flammable Phlegethon,
Splashing thro’ dismally Stygian piss,
To ford the dark waters of Acheron;
Yon Cerberus,
Three-headed, howling hound,
Over Lake Avernus, to stand on Midgard’s ground.
The air grew thick with snort & steam,
Oer the Red, White, Black & Pale,
The Moon took on a crimson gleam,
Bellow’d up a fearsome gale,
Around the hoof what horrors stream,
Pungent in noxious veil,
A thousand Civiallos & their sneer
Releas’d on Earth to furnish curse & fear.
So come the Devil, & the hounds
Of War, & with them, flame,
So come the sounds this world surrounds
& theirs, immortal claim,
& praise their heavens, but they’ll turn to warzones, all the same.
Midgard
Heavenly Counsel
Praise Him, all creatures here below
Praise Him, above, ye heavenly host !
Praise Father, Son, & Holy Ghost
Thomas Ken
Above the flight of Pegasean wing,
In quintessential realms of majesty,
Great God in Heaven, Jove, Over-king,
Sate stupor’d in a state of apathy;
The pinnacle
Of his life’s creation
Has steer’d itself ‘twards Hell’s chasm of damnation.
Unto beauteous paradise
Flew George, Denys & Michael,
Before the gates of Heaven rise
Twelve Saints & Peter’s angel,
Who grants passage, led thro’ the wise
By golden Gabriel
To Jove, slumbering by the holy hearth,
“My Lord,” chaunts Michael, “We return from Earth…
There are dark troubles brewing sire,
Satanus plots a war,
With daemon dire & dragonfire,
The Aesir to the fore,
Lord let us fight!” Jove ponders, “If ye must but just ye four!”
Divinnia
Divine War
Then came a flash from out the cloud,
& a stunning thunder-roll ;
& no man dared to look aloft
WE Aytoun
At first it seems a cloud of far distance,
Choking the icy wastes of Cocytus,
The standards of the King of Hell advance,
Behold! the proud legion of Satanus;
Waving rough sword
In motions of his might,
Behind, a Daemonhorde, above, a Dragonsflight.
As his son & heir-lieutenant,
Swings his hammer, broad Mjolnir,
Proud limbing Odin’s forces went;
From the stallion Sleipnir
Toward the trembling Occident
Points his great spear, Gungnir…
Sol tentatively rising from the East,
Grew too afraid to light the royal feast.
Mars lifts his blade, strike splits the ground,
Bellows a martial roar,
Lor’lein sound startling the hounds
Pacing the Paynim shore,
Whom approach him & approaching yield the first sign of war.
Europa
Death of Venus
Fate’s tree is crowned with thorns;
you can search forever but
no blossom will break its opacity
Hasan Sijzi
Skull-Loki steer’d his steed in freedom’s flight,
Tall oer Europa’s thickest forests & ranges,
& lands upon a mountain of delight,
Lone grey, priest loonranting of its dangers;
Strong steps funnel
Along a moisty cave cave,
Waiting in that tunnel, Love laugh’d & gave a wave.
As Loki lecher’d on her dress
& a face above all art,
The temptress-scented loveliness,
Legs slenderly held apart,
O! the vision of her cestus,
Temple’s resplendent heart-
What man could fight allurements of her charms?
What god could fight her pure, “Come to my arms!”
Plunged was a poison-tipp’d dagger
Thro’ Venus’ heaving breast,
By grey river a murderer
Lay fairest corpse arest
Hair willowing thro’ water, one breaks free from all the rest…
Horselburg
Trials of Strength
Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle
Aaron Hill
Mars track’d deep wolf prints North & West & South,
& found Fenir a-feasting in the East,
Plunged his brave gauntlet thro the drooling mouth,
To lose a hand but tame this famous beast;
Mounting its back
They gallop to Asgard,
Leading a snarling pack of blood-hounds battle-scarr’d.
As all Valhalla dined & drank
On the fare of Saehrimnir
Tyr strutted in & broke a shank
From the loins of Andhrimnir,
“Good brethren pleased I am to thank
You all for being here,
Lord Odin I have sworn to challenge Thor
& win thy favours as goes Aesir law.”
He dons the magical gauntlet
That Mars enfused with power,
Forearms firm set, grunts, groans & sweat,
The contest lasts an hour,
A table smash! the Aesir cheer, how tall did Mars tower!
Valhalla
Battle Lines
A sacred burden is this life ye bear:
Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,
Stand up & walk beneath it steadfastly
FA Kemble
So, even Fate must pass upon Midgard
The Devil’s ruse had rush’d the Gods to war,
The Lion loosen’d from Britannia’s yard
By Neptune ferried to a foreign shore;
& takes his place,
By Tyr, the Cockerelle
& Toutatis – to face the fearsome hordes of Hell.
The air grows thick as evil scent
Spread noxious clouds applies
A sickly mix, the air is rent
By clusters of night-black flies,
Wyrd Dragonflights hath form’d a tent,
Smoke cloaks the darkling skies,
Some trompblast calls the legions to array,
The armies of Satanus on display.
On clinquant rays three saints descend,
George, Michael & Denys,
A holy blend to faith defend
With physicality,
Blades sharpen’d for the battle, feather’d backs against the sea.
Europa
A Savage Affray
Impetuous brains mistake the signs of God
Too easily. God would not have me waste
My zeal for Him in this wild enterprise
Lascelles Abercrombie
Smoke, flash & shout; a massive, grassy plain,
The Cockerelle of Gaul battles Odin,
Together Tyr & Toutatis lay slain
& all the world was echoing the din;
Auld Saint Denys
Transforming to a Hart,
Chas’d by these tusk-boars three, hoove-pounding as they dart.
To the scene of desperate fight
Enveloping Saint Michael,
Some foulish serpent’s poison bite,
That beautiful bladesman fell,
To morass down in frantic flight
Saint George did dive pell-mell;
To disappear ‘neath flailing tooth & claw,
To burst back with his kinsman, soak’d in gore.
Slow-driven backwards twards the sea,
Albion’s precious moat,
Desperately, defiantly
The Lion rampant fought,
Deep gouges in its surly loins, wylde Harpies at it’s throat.
Europa
Halting Hell
Moloch, why sleepest thou? Beelzebub!
Mammon! & all ye potentates of hell,
Rouse, rouse, your energies
Thomas Northmore
Satanus tried to set the sea on fire
& boil the flesh of Neptune from his bones,
Saint George swings wide his blade, Jove’s first flyer,
Safely whipping flames off with brisk cyclones;
Yet felt a bite,
Pure ichor gushing free,
He fac’d the Dragonsflight with terrible fury.
In raging snick-a-snack attack,
Deus dripping from bright eyes,
Three dragonskulls split with a crack,
To the final foething flies,
& slices wings from bony back,
One heart’s thrust & it dies –
A day of evil darkness pacified,
What dismay’d groans erupting from Gaul’s shore-side.
Dreadful Babababashurath,
The dauphin Lizard king,
Bred wrack’d with wrath, son of ‘Gorath,
Black bone where once was wing,
Sinks deeply with dragonicide, its limp tail following.
Europa
Restless Victory
Disconsolate I go,
The summer looks as cold to me
As winter’s frost & snow
John Clare
‘Tis the end of a terrible battle,
& dully-dimm’d the light that shines for good,
Out of the fight invited Cockerelle,
Corner’d & trapp’d unhappy in a wood,
Just St Denys,
Fled free; transform’d to hart,
Speeds headlong for the sea, hooves pounding as they dart.
Deep in dark Europa’s forest
Feast of victory fair spread,
Whose silver-plated centerpiece
Was the Cock’relle’s head
Satanus raises his chalice
To toast the battle’s dead –
Lieutenants, letting loose a rancid cheer,
Echoed by the war-wonderful Aesir.
Balrog rankles in drunken fit
Abuse hurl’d at the Beast,
“This war is shit! Let’s increase it
& march off to the east –
Enough blood courses thro’ those plains for fifty Fra’aagh to feast!”
Bialowieza
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