Soon, war shall break,
crashing upon all souls
like a swollen river bursting,
a new flood to envelop all.
As Generals, we shall ride,
triumphant, regal, malevolent,
the chiming ring of swords drawn,
chilling hearts as brother sets against brother.
Like a breath long held,
the earth sighs in expectancy,
eager for the moment appointed
where it is anointed with blood.
In the darkness, in silence,
the air tense, as if in fear,
anticipating doom to fall upon its crown,
awaits the mound of Tel Megiddo
But the time is not right yet,
for our battle-cry to be heard
in the heart of the winds,
blowing in the minds of mortal souls.
We only stand now as three,
purveyors of The New Throne,
four are needed to complete
the circle of The Horsemen of Destruction.
At ocean’s edge I stand,
my two brethren at my side,
pensive though ever alert
as our hour approaches.
Gazing skyward, barely breathing,
Broxa, Queen of Hell, my Mother Corruptor,
folds back her ebony wings
with a glance at me, nods imperceptibly.
Majestically unfurling my own wings,
black shot through with glistening silver,
like a giant standard in the sea-breeze ,
I turn my attention to the waters.
“Our circle is incomplete,
three elements now waver
where four should stand strong;
we call forth our anchor”.
“Air’s winds are subdued,
fire’s tongues are quenched,
oceans waves stay calm;
give us now earth, that we may surge”.
The night air freezes
as if startled by my words,
all becomes as still as a painting,
as I continue on my call.
“Pestilence I shall become,
Lord of the crawling plague,
relentless, like the black locust,
I shall swarm and overwhelm”.
“Phoenix will bring Famine,
her light and flame shall consume,
a beauty unmatched that brings despair,
draining all, energy, thought and passion”.
“Broxa shall champion War,
the knowledge of The Great Raven,
whispering intelligence to the ears of the blind,
driving a fury to kill one and all”.
“Hear me now, Lord!
These are The Horseman that stand,
though one of our number is hidden,
Lord, we call on thee, send us Death”.
“For these are the words of Glasyalabolas,
as I long ago prophesied,
now so let it come to pass,
Lord Abaddon, let your will be unchained”.
My words still echoed and rang,
the seas began to fold and churn,
the winds fled from the foaming turmoil
as though the very sky itself shrank in fear.
From the midst of the brewing waters
rose a mammoth creature beyond compare,
blacker than the deepest of shadows
with wings that could touch the reeling horizon.
No armor was found on his hide,
close-knit scales like bladed sheets of iron
that not even light could penetrate,
if any heart remained that did not quail at his sight.
Ferocious weapons of claw, tooth and fire,
though under the beastly countenance,
the vastness of his mind and knowledge
was numbered not the least of his arsenal.
In wonder he held our stare,
his eyes ever aflame with intellect,
the great dragon of the deep
arisen from The Abyss: Leviathan.
Atop his massive shoulders
sat a warrior of singular glory,
unmatched in stature and cunning,
wearing armor of black and scarlet.
Dim, harsh light shone from exposed skin,
a skin he bore like a straining burden,
his appearance betraying his heritage,
with Leviathan; Lord Abaddon had come.
Standing high, bowing his head,
he raised his sword in honor,
his gaze fixed, though we did not flinch,
steel eyes that could flay spirit.
“Hail, Daemons of unrivalled magnificence.
The hour comes of your dominance,
for years untold your story has been waiting,
now, you shall write the tale in deeds”.
“Glasyalabolas, brother, stay thy patience;
your words have stirred me forth,
with your companions, three you are,
but as my sign, Death I give you now!”
From behind Abaddon flew forth
a hence unseen, new daemon form,
looping over the still raging seas,
landing firmly on the sands before us.
Always surprised by the fair vision,
beautiful, full black wings,
beaded with shining white,
with black eyes and marked cheek.
The being smiled in greeting,
bowing low in front of Broxa,
amusement always in his demeanor,
the gravity of the moment did not escape.
“I Abigor, stand before you with pride,
as the three now becomes four,
to Pestilence, Famine and War,
I now bring you Death”.
“The elements we hold in our hands,
we are the four points within the circle,
North, South, East and West,
we will move as one”.
With a great blast and clamor,
Leviathan turned and returned to the ocean,
in the moment of his parting,
Abaddon gave us his final words:
“Glasyalabolas, strength and rage you hold;
Phoenix, passion unbound overflows from you;
Broxa, Queen, influence, intelligence shall shine;
Abigor, guile and arms abide in thee”.
“You are the vassals of a new world,
ride now and cleanse the scourge,
let none stand against thee,
that I might return to rule unchained!”
Late into this long night
we stood silently, our spirits soaring,
now we walked amongst times of foretelling,
as we would reshape the future of all.
Author notes
Congratulations to anyone that made it this far down the page, I'm supsecting it won't be many of you, in fact, I'm suspecting that it won't be any. However, if you have....some notes.
This is the latest in the "Glasyalabolas" series of writings, which I have re-organised and numbered so that they can be read in chronological order, thus that is why this one is numbered.
I have been meaning to do a longer piece for a while and the Glasyalabolas writes certainly lend themselves to this. However, when I started writing this piece, length was not the intention, as I have another Glasyalabolas piece that I am working on which will be a long piece, in fact, far longer than this, so, the writing kept flowing for this piece and when done, the length surprised me.
Along with length, I have intended to do a piece that was also somewhat of an epic or narrative, infused somewhat with prose. This piece also does that, though again, the other piece I am working on was the piece that was intended to accomplish that. No matter, this piece is what it is and I make no apologies for that, nor will it alter the course of the other piece that I am working on (which, as I say, will likely be far, far longer, it is a ten-part piece). The other thing about this piece that needs noting is that it is a little dialogue-heavy, at least in the second half. Again, I make no apologies for this, it was intended and necessary.
Not really much else to say about this piece. Chronologically, it follows on from "The Flame Divided" and "My Brother, Dear Angel", though those pieces were more soliloquays, or asides, small moments in thought, storywise, this piece follows on from "The Queen Awaits".
Again, sorry for the long notes, but I thought with updating this series and the length of this piece, I should at least explain myself a little.
- Evil Fills The Sky (Glasyalabolas)
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- One Whole Year by Death of the Author.
600 points, ended November 13, 2007, 49 entries
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Honorable mention
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*sniffs the Air*
Smell that? Broxa is lingering about. There is more coming, my Stone Angel, Glasyalabolas has more to say.
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isnt Glasyabolas a demon from Vampire: the masquerade?
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I'm not sure. Glasyalabolas is what would be considered a real demon and is oft mentioned on demon lists in grimoires and demonology. He is one of the 72 demons captured and imprisoned by King Solomon, so it would make sense that the name is used in fiction to depict demons. I know the name is used as a character in the Final Fantasy serious, I think it's Final Fantasy 7.
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All that and I didn't even give you one of these. Typical
Thanks for entering and good luck x
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Thank you very much.
I never intended for this part to be so long, as the next one I am working on is intended to be massive, just when I sat down and started writing it, it just kept going and going. If only I could afford to become a paid member then I could gather them all together on a list, make it easier for people to access them lol. -
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Yes it is a shame that you have to pay to get the extras but I suppose that is the way with everything. You could comment like crazy for a day and get a silver or gold membership for a week, you could create the lists and theyll still appear on your poems after the membership has finished, they will just not appear on your homepage.
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lol Yeah, though that would meaning doing well over one hundred comments (on a busy day), I have seen people with well over that and still not be the highest commenter of the day. With any luck, after Christmas and early New Year birthday frenzy is out of the way, I might be able to afford it.
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I got a silver with 84 yesterday!
Hmm what I suggest is. Every time you find a poem you like write out a comment on word, but do not post it. When you have 50 or 60 comments you could add them all on one day and then find other poems that you like! It's a bit long winded and paying for it is probably better lol
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Aww wow an epic poem. I'll pick out some favourite lines as I go along or I will never be able to remember it all! (That's down to my poor memory, not your bad poetry skills!)
"Like a breath long held
The earth sighs in expectancy"
Fantastic image there. The world knows better than we it seems as she sighs before another battle erupts
"The air tense, as if in fear"
I really like your personification throughout this piece.
"In the heart of the winds
Blowing in the minds of mortal souls"
If I find lines I like in every stanza then this is going to turn into one hell of a long comment. And it'll probably say very little, so I apologise in advance.
I love the image of the black, gilded wings glistening. I generally love wings so plus points to you
I like the companionship of the elements and the way you describe them through your dialogue.
"The night air freezes
As if startled by my words"
Again, your best lines seem to be when you personify the elements and nature etc, they are just magical.
I love the word Phoenix.
The story is great, calling on the 4th Horsemen "Death". I don't think this piece is "dialogue heavy" that kind of insinuates that the dialogue detracts from the poem, it doesn't, it adds to it.
"As though the very sky itself shrank in fear"
Again with the personification! It's great
Another great image of wings as well, touching the horizons, man, I would love to draw a picture for this poem.
Wow, the image of the scales "not even light could penetrate" is...just awesome.
"A skin he bore like a straining burden". Your imagery throughout is just fantastic.
"For years untold your story has been waiting
Now, you shall write the tale in deeds”
A story in waiting, that's a really nice idea, they are going to write their own legacy and be remembered for it. This is what they were born to do.
The description of death is excellent, even surprising to your warriors (nice touch). "The gravity of the moment did not escape" - classic.
I should really read the rest of the poems for this, to put it into some kind of context. But it stands out on it's own anyway. I thought at first the lack of rhyme was going to detract from the poem but it hasn't. I am sorry for the length and mundane comments I have made -
WHOA!
You've done it again, Pebl! This moved me in so many different directions. Perhaps I have the benefit as Mother Corruptor, I know where, how and when this tale came to fruition. I honestly cannot get enough of the Glasyalabolas writings. I'm awaiting the next chapter with bated breath.
Excellent work, Son. This needed to be told, as it is, as it shall always be.
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Helluva long though, and not even a scratch on how long the next part is going to be. Never mind the next part, I doubt anyone will read through even this part, especially if they haven't read any of the other Glasya pieces that came before it.
That's why I have numbered the specific "Glasyalabolas" writes, so people know what order they are in if they ever have any interest in reading them.
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