Aschatria - Poetry

You who wear My crown,
You who sit on My throne,
You who scream for Them all,
You - THE FACE, THE MIRROR of My own,
With the shield of the pure mercy
And the flaming soul,
Prepare for ascension.
Rise!
Ascend from your mortal bones.

Have no fear of the death,
Have no fear of the pain,
Have no fear,
Even when all of the Earth
Shivers from the sound of My voice.
Have no fear,
Because I wear only My glory.

Open My gates,
My floodgates of Heaven,
Release all My innocence,
Release My army of the pure light.
Free all My celestial angels.

Mercy!
Show mercy for My Creation!

If I look into the eye of the fire and furry,
The eye shall look away
But the world will perish and fade.
Ask Me, any weapon to wield
Has no equal,
Any army
Has no power to stand
Equal to your mercy
to collide with the Destruction and Death.

See for yourself
Worlds that burned,
Through My eyes
Like they are yours given,
See for yourself
Tomorrow that never came, and
Me standing as the only witness
In their final hour.

You who sit on My throne,
You, the face of My own,
Mercy, your shield of the pure mercy
To manifest the biggest power in this world.
Manifest Me! Deliver Me!

Have no fear, rise from
Your mortal ashes,
And wear all of My glory.
Down with the pharaoh,
Liar and the thief of My children.
Rise. I am here
To bring to you, to all of You.
The only thing I can give you.
I shall bring the rivers of my tears
To the deserts of this world
And they shall blossom with The Life.

Mercy!
Mercy for my Living Creation!

Rise against the fallen judge
That cuts down the good and wrong
With the same burning sword,
Rise against the flaming dragon,
The murdering master from the sky.
There is nowhere to hide.

Fire to extinguish the fire!
Rage to war the rage!
Rise all of my shields of living light.
Protect my bleeding heart with your love.
Rise to ascension from your mortal bones
and deliver My glory
Into the final battle!

Mercy!
Show mercy for My Creation!

Hello Sinner, here I come, sad news bringing
from The Shire high above.
Will share more about the folks under the Throne,
but how stuff works, please don't ask me so.

I'm a Voice of Them, thankfully written,
I can tell you, Thy was not smitten.
I'm a Mirage of Them, not at all hidden,
I can tell you The Boss is not a kitten.

No bounty high up there, only a lingering shock,
as instead of the Void, Dimension or Court,
is it a punishment, or is it not? - I do not know,
instead I guess this is a joke.

News froze silence under the thundering Throne,
when was the last time a sparkle hit the Stone?
From all the Appraisal Wheels the finger is on me,
-If Thy say so, I should then speak!

Half of a day you will be white,
another half you will be black,
to the Heaven's surprise granted the light,
you're forever to be a color changing cat.

As written in the stone, Word to The Throne,
Them said Their part, no face to see frown.
A secret desire as you please,
Thy see them all, an immortality then is.

Chained, The First One sprite with his grudge,
burst out in resentment - Well, that's just not right!
Me Second left tripping with the finger in an ear -
Signal lost, please what Thy said, Aw! poor lil me...

To all the Being, a cause of their fright,
Thin Shadow arrived, a clerk carrying Book of life.
Humble servant... - whisper tapping my shoulder,
-Thousand apologies, mind to check again...?

I've no celestial aptitude, or bowed eyes in a tow,
who seeks disdain of aura, go check the level below!
So a bit louder, whilst cracking Skys apart,
making sure it's clear to ones out of sight.

Word by word, this is a Letter,
What anyone feels, doesn't really matter.
Half of a day white, half of day black,
Thy grant the light forever to be a cat.