Lament for the Cloud-Breaker

[Jentos 7107]

 

Ashes blew over great red fields of the great north. The far-north, where the fires were hot, was shattered.

The earth burrowed, the mountains broken, ash rained. 

And there lay scattered and burned both sorcerer and Nephilim host alike; where they had waged their conflict amidst ash and shadow.

 

The Prince of the nephilim walked across the blasted lands, its third-eye lighting the way through the shadows of falling ash, dragging a great lyre - mounted with black strings.  

 

There, amidst the vacant, collapsed remains of the Cloud-breaker's cavern, amidst hoard and carcass, the An-Gho sang as he had before.

His throat was incandescent with impossible light, every string he plucked more grave, and more desperate than the last;

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

From the heights of the World,

To the depths of the World, 

 

From the red north, to the grey south

Sounded the thunder of its flight

 

Great serpent - great dragon, 

Wings of obsidian,

 

Fire of dread

Might in his veins 

 

That the first people then explained; 

That the clouds shattered,

 

By the great shadow who owned the heavens

Cloud-breaker

 

Yth tekileka

 

That which knew power

 

That which knew strength 

 

That which made man and dwed and uruk and mali cower alike

So that war should be known on its very soil

 

For the price of its mere existence

Cloud-breaker

 

Yth kroiva

 

Of the last of the dragons

 

So reviled 

So beautiful

 

So great

So terrible

 

So tall

So great your fall 

 

Cloud-breaker
 

Yth ulnotea

 

He who climbed the Heavens

Now falls

 

Clipped; by serpent-Worm;

New Devourer; child of Feldamfir

 

Unavoidable battle, 

Black dread-sorcery,

False Oak revealed,

 

The Eye of Ibliss watches, 

The gods are blind,

And the dragons are slaves again

 

Cloud-breaker

 

Yth ulnoteada

 

Now devoured, soul sundered

Rot-wings rising.

 

Gift of service; shattered, 

Father grieves - his children weep.

The black crown is lost;

 

Death, comes, swirling down.

For Cloudbreaker; who we knew when yet so young.

 

Death, comes, swirling down.

And Father's shadow grows long,

 

Yth l'gra. 

 

[The King Of The Moon 5412]

"Blind men will celebrate, having witnessed such tragedy. A mortal beast made food for the Iblees-uruk war machine." A devil murmurs to his disciples, hoping to prepare them for the terrors ahead.