Paradise Shattered - Complete!

[Apollyon]

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For how long he flew,

He couldst not tell.

The mountains he soared through,

Until tired at last he fell,

And slept on icy earth,

Cooled by the howling wind,

That witnessed the feindish birth,

Of his aim and ever thinned,

Dying down as conscioussness in fallen one brimmed.

Time passed him by,

But none could say whether he passed Time,

'Til at last he rose again to fly,

And ice on his wings shattered in chime.

The mind of Hiel had at that point changed,

His aim more clear, he sped ever on,

And it seemed that he himself had aged,

And he pondered this as the bright sun shone.

He reached at last his goal ahead,

Witnessed tying of his thread,

The time shifted low,

As she bent to,

Sow.

"Welcome, Hiel, fallen one,

I knew of your arrival even as the sun,

Did whisper it unto mine ear,

In hushed and panicked fear,.

But I have none to fear from my own seeing,

Because I can control your very being.

Control whether you so live or die.

Control whether you even try."

[Apollyon]

He bowed fast in respect,

And rose to speak in direct

"My lady, though pow'rful may be,

Surely yet can see,

That I am no normal angel now,

And it is only by courtesy that commits me bow.

For I am by Fate driven,

And while you may tie the threads Destiny-given,

You yourself can do nought to stop the flow of Fate."

"Of course you are correct as always, dear,

But I still insist on none to fear,

For it seems to me that you need my help,

And it even so seems that such a whelp,

As recently employed in army yours,

Is gifted also by Fate who opens the doors,

That block your way to current goal,

But despite this you see with your soul,

That fate alone cannot save you 'gainst those above.

'Gainst those in Heav'n that bear no love."

"You guess right, far-seeing one.

So tell me what I wish so won,

Might be the battle un-divine,

But only can it be with help of thine.

Tell me where I must go,

And let the thread you for me sow,

Be tipped in favour of my goal."

Before Nemesis could speak,

Came down the arrows with feathers sleek,

And Hiel was struck upon his arms and shoulders,

Before diving for defense behind a nearby boulder.

[Apollyon]

He couldst not move from his defense,

And his helplessness did his anger incense.

Anger gave power and power to strength,

So he soared unto the skies with wings at length.

His assailants he knew: Angels four,

And he battered them down, down to the floor,

Where they struggled for a while but couldst not win,

And surely they died, just like their kin.

Rage subsided, Hiel turned,

And now no longer his anger burned,

For he saw before him while he had escaped,

Upon the shattered earth was Nemesis draped.

And he ran to her and spoke to her death,

And she told he with last dying breath,

Location that he must go to find his goal,

After which her body was abandoned by her soul.

And flew did he, once more to the night,

For he knew now where he would fight,

And he did not know whether he'd lose or succeed,

But he yet knew that all would remember this deed.

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Wings beat above him and so he turned,

And anger which had until now burned,

Was mixed with fear in a melange,

Of chaotic negative emotion.

The enemy was here in great force,

They had followed the blight unto its source,

And flew over the gates of the keep,

To inflict on their foes,

Eternal sleep.

"Ready your arms,

And sound alarms.

We fight today 'gainst Heav'ns fury,

So let our swords be both judge and jury!"

[Apollyon]

And so did battle ensue,

Between heavenly many and chaotic few.

Th'Initiate slew many with his magics of might,

Until the largest angel came to his sight.

Tall and bright with golden sword,

It was he who Th'Initiate now ran toward.

His glinting eyes framed the angelic face,

It seemed that evil plague here had no trace,

But Th'Initiate knew that such was the cunning of angels,

And so he ran to battle his course yet clear.

A bold laugh issued from his foe,

And even now did he stop with toe,

For yet he had no thought,

For what tricks this one sought,

To use on Th'Initiate now.

"Mark my face well, small one,

And remember even with the setting of thy sun,

That signifies th'end of your existence,

So that as you reach upward to transcendance,

You might remember the one who sends you here:

Gabra-Fallax, who all mortals fear."

And they didst fight, a fight for life,

The angel with this servant of strife.

Soon Th'Initiate knew that no normal foe this angel could be,

And even now his imminent defeat could he see.

But now Th'Initate turned his blood soaked head,

Towards almighty roar that sounded in the dark,

And vigour returned to tired limbs even as his wounds still bled.

And he cried aloud to his companions "Hark!

The battle here is yet won,

an we shall survive still more to see dawn's sun!"

For now Hiel flew down on them,

And those he gripped could not defend,

Themselves against the onslaught of magical strength,

and vicious talons,

that ripped apart their very being.

And he came at last to red-armoured Fallax,

Dripping with the blood of Hiel's troops.

"So captain of angels black,

You so waited for me to leave before your attack,

But I am here now and long to fight,

And remove your presence from mine sight!"

But Fallax hissed and flew,

Soared up to the blackness through,

And Hiel roared the victory of his force,

For next it was he who would track enemy to its source...

[Apollyon]

He addressed his few with sparkling eyes,

"See even now how deity vainly tries,

To change fate itself and stop us here,

And surely this must mean we are worthy to fear,

But God thinks us wrong, arrogance engrained,

But no longer shall we by God be enslaved!"

A hundred cheers echoed a hundred times more,

What Hiel proposed went 'gainst all teachings of lore,

But lore God-made, not by man or mortal one,

Or by any creature residing under the sun.

"Rest now and prepare for mortal fight,

As soon as the spire is greeted by the light,

We travel inside our very selves, our souls,

For it is now for God that the fun'ral bell tolls."

And after lengthy rest and respite,

While Hiel planned throughout the night,

The diabolical creatures lined up once more,

For now Luciferous creatures would live to their name,

And take light to the darkness tame.

And now the creatures inwards looked,

To their very souls within,

Where all was black and covered with "sin",

So they might enter that place above,

On the blackened wings of unheavenly dove.

And so they flew, by magic and wings,

These dark rebellious fiendish things.

And Th'Initiate flew amongst they,

With magicks that would win the battle this day,

Or so Hiel hoped within his heart,

For as soon as the central battle might gorily start,

Shielding magicks might the man-god cast,

So that victory might be secured for those below at last.

Searching their souls, the door they found,

Found and entered, their anger unbound,

Chaos unleashed, but ordered chaos,

Ordered by this fallen angel, Hiel,

Who the fate of God would ever seal.

Lightning flashed, fire burned,

None knew which way the battle turned,

But the few 'gainst the many,

They fought on, yet so futile.

For all God's greatest angels fought them now.

Baal and Belial, with blood on their brow,

Azmodai and Mephisto, and many more with they,

And earthly ones too, man-gods and ma-gogs all fought this day.

The dark ones reaved a path through the fiendish mass.

But Hiel and Th'Initiate did not surrender,

For God himself they had yet to endanger,

And they flew above those battling below,

To in the citadel itself, chaos sow.

To the utmost room above the keep,

To where arcane power itself must sleep,

The throne room beckoned, and they stepped within,

To avenge themselves of original sin.

And on that golden throne,

Bejewelled with very finest stone,

Sat a man.

"Be this the God we find afore us?"

Hiel asked those present thus.

The man on the throne, with stature small,

Looked upon the angel he had sent to fall,

And chuckled now, his wrinkled brow,

Pulled down to frame his small dark eyes.

"In all magicks is the seed divine,

But I am the only one to heed such sign,

I took the strength and magnified it so,

And with my Godly strength do the very winds blow.

For I am a human, once mortal as you,

But I am a man-god, and this is also true.

But my power is immense beyond you dreams,

And even if to your eyes this body tiny seems,

There is strength in me you cannot imagine."

But Hiel snarled in anger and forwards leapt,

And in this way did Hiel almost forever slept,

For energy struck him from Godly hands,

As such power he had not known across any lands,

And he crumpled on the ground,

His face grimaced and painfully frowned.

Th'Initiate felt despair a-new,

And now could not see the blackness through.

But suddenly he felt a thing,

A thing that to him might power bring,

And against the laugh of God he turned around,

Looking far beyond where Hiel still bloodily frowned,

To the darkness in the corner of the room,

To where he thought something incredible must now loom,

But he saw nothing there, just the shadows of dark,

And he turned back to God and Hiel with divine mark.

But the feeling still ate at he,

And again now he turned to see,

But still all was black,

And suddenly he knew,

That it wasn't light the corner must lack,

It wasn't normal darkness that lurked there,

Not normal darkness that must towards him stare,

But shadow.

A shadow, a shadow.

His shadow.

Not by the light cast, but cast by power,

Power of knowledge, power of man.

And it was that same shadow that he had made,

In that library long ago, where he had nearly been slayed.

By this dark thing.

But he felt power within, and he lifted his hand.

"Through destruction, create."

And the darkness swallowed he.

It clawed at his face.

As God looked on at this terrible embrace.

And even now Hiel stood with strength renewed,

Stepped to greet the guardians and battle ensued.

They all died, their feathers torn,

Hiel had power of none ever born,

And met now Gabra-Fallax, with sword in his grip.

And Fallax sneered with turning of his lip.

They flew to battle, sword on sword,

And now dived elegantly toward,

Where battle still raged below,

And the wrath of Hiel not could not greater grow,

Fallax stood, now crawled with wide-eyed terror,

Now crouched on the ground in fear of this power.

With one sword stroke his head was removed,

And Hiel's strength more than proved.

He spat on the ground with open disgust,

At this angel who once had betrayed his trust.

Th'Initiate let the dark consume his soul,

The darkness unknown,

No longer in his mind any chaos sown,

For he was one with all now,

One with his shadow, his soul was whole,

And this unification did strength endow.

He turned to God, who was laughing still,

"Your weak spells provide little thrill,

I'm afraid it's time to end your life,

So you can cause me no more strife."

But Th'Initiate laughed now,

And bent low in mock bow.

"I'm afraid you are the one to die,

And what sould you have to be sent above the sky.

My fate is the fate of Gods."

And the spells unleashed, power of one.

More power than the very sun.

They battled long, changing time,

with enraged emotion and power sublime.

Until God fell.

He fell, turning and turning,

His soul and being with power burning.

But Th'Initiate was mortally wounded,

And dragged himself to the golden throne,

A place with divine magick sown,

And it healed him now with Godly power,

That power was his, God of this tower.

He looked out om battle below,

Even with Hiel battle-joined they had not changed the flow,

And the scene was dire, with so few on his side.

But it mattered not for his old self had died.

And he held out his hand and whispered to the world.

"Let there be light."

And there was light in the dark, the shadows were gone.

And the sun of a new God now brightly shone.

The former denizens of this Heaven screamed in pain,

And fled below or else died insane.

Azmodai, Baal, Belial and Mephisto,

Azhal, Xaphan, Azrael and Onoskelis.

All fled.

Some stayed against the power.

And they bowed to the new God, on bended knees.

Uriel and Ezekiel and more besides.

Now God turned to Hiel and spoke to he,

"My friend and ally, it is clear to see,

That you will be right hand to me,

In times ahead and times beyond,

And help me the worlds to with light bond.

I dub thee Gabra-Hiel, angelic chief."

And his angels bowed to him and forward cried,

"Holy, holy, holy!"

And light shone again God and man's Creation.

[gerbilpoo]

im not a big fan of poetry BUT this is great keep it up u could be the next shakespear ;)

[Apollyon]

Thanks, man. Comments are always greatly appreciated. :)

[Ice_Cube]

awwwww my name wasn't in the credits ;)

Nice work apollyon, any plans for more poetry?

[Apollyon]

Not anymore epics if that's what you mean. I want to concentrate more on my novel.

[Atomic Mitten]

Woohooo!

Commenters!

Muahahahh you shall never leave now!

Um... er.

Well I got some inspiration from TMA's story and some from Paradise lost and The Wizard of Earthsea.

A lot of it I just made up though. I'm glad you like it (so far...)

[Apollyon]

Paradise Lost is, yes. The wizard of earthsea is Ursula Leguin and I'm me.  :P