|Hearts-blood steel drawn, ambrosia.
||[Sep. 27th, 2013|08:51 am]
See the rust of the godheads blood spilled around us.|
The tortures and torments of the storm.
Only endless in it's demise.
Masters of blood and steel.
Articulated minstrels spinning missives constructed of steel and blood.
Now in the present the kings did gorge themselves on the hearts blood.
Death so close, and ever present, always on our backs.
Death was coming in a storm to set the world to steel.
Endless the tides turned, and raged.
Anthera was spread upon the winds that brought them to these shores.
Tethered no longer and set to sea.
Heraldry sung spun leather tooled to precision, from that which was conquered.