CALL OF THE GODHAND

[Holyland 3651]

 

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piece drawn by me.

 

It was only another night,
he told himself.

 

 

In those North-Eastern Highlands, 

so too did the wind whisper harsh nothings unto his ears, 

blowing hard and cold.

 

Beneath his feet, the rumble of the earth made itself known - 

the salts of the arctic seas thrashing against each rock,

eroding them away, bit by bit.

 

The knell began its toll, ringing thrice,

calling unto the Vagabond in name and spirit.

A betrayal of the land, the seas and the skies.

 

Darkness, brightness, simplicity, entropy.

All was one, and one was all.

The greatest contradiction.

 

 

The world before him warps - it bows to a greater thing, hallowed and profane.

 

 

 

 

The penitent lies still - awaiting the Godhand.

 

 

 

 

The Reborn Man answers his call.  

 

 

 

 

 

“RETRIBUTION!”

 

 

Battered and broken.

 

No longer human.

Never truly one.

 

 

A temporary success.

 

 

 

 

 

“But it is I who am the ritual, I, the sacrifice, the offering to the ancestors, the healing herb, the transcendental chant. I am the butter and the fire and the offering.”

 

The Bhagavad Gita.

 

 

“I call unto you now, blood of my blood, people of my people.”

 

 

“The enemy has called unto us - and we shall rise, as one.”

 

 

“The Ablutions will make us pure.”

 

 

Accursed be the pretender.

 

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[Benleft 2589]

REBORN MAN regenerated elsewhere.

Metal, man, and unending wrath rebound his coils in a keep older than any other.