THE HERETICAL MOVEMENT
Mine immortals!
Gather round!
The scholars of heresy seek to dethrone me!
The metal sculking intellectuals
of Sköllarium’s high halls above thine city:
Hear my detestment of your studies!
My children, think not of the wars waged outside our walls!
But of the golden annals,
for which the Aurumics have ordained our reign as absolute!
For once before, were the followers conflicted.
In a time predating the shattering in our absolute faith
by the crazed fanatic branches of the Great Schism,
there was none to sing the permeating chord.
None to harmonize the Luminessence within the creations.
None to be the guiding voice of the Aurumics.
But heretics!
Heretics who strew the guiding light of our pantheon,
and deceived the pious of our kingdom with thy tongues of malice!
For they were Blind and covetous to our light!
For they believed our people’s fate hung by their chord!
Blasphemers!
Blasphemers all!
For a figure descended upon steps of crystalline light,
basked in the golden dew of the ever-brilliant sun,
and spoke softly like the gentle and turbulent waves on the seas
to a virgin maiden in the fields of marigolds.
From whence a blessed voice sheared hearts!
A voice heavy with the breath of Luminessence!
An Aurumic bent down towards the maiden and spoketh softly.
The divinity-spoken crown:
Still thine shudders innocent maiden.
Your light is a fragile, fleeting thing.
Your light is an unblemished, pure thing.
String a melody of silver and gold
that the sinful may attune in ever-pleasant warmth
and be flocked under the corona of your song.
A song to augur the fate of a kingdom.
And just as the light shone, it faded.
The marigolds fell to their feet as the first servants!
The songbirds were envoys of the new oracle!
And innocent maiden, blasphemy dissident
wouldst sweeten chorus to a permeating, harmonizing chord!
Swaying all sinners, besmirched and noble!
The Choir Maiden of the Aurumics!
The absolute voice for the Golden Nation’s fate!
The First High Priestess!
The Gilded Daughter Sonatan!
