THE CHORA
Hark!
Hark, ye betrayers who stand trembling before my court this eve!
Hark, ye who stretch your withered hands toward mine chorus as the very lands shudder and collapse!
Have you forgotten the ashen chaos?
Have you forgotten the retort into which the Blessed Aurumics were cast?
Those wicked Blind Lords
creatures without eyes to behold the supreme light…
The earthenborn who dared wage war,
for the brutes would not bend their necks to holy radiance!
And lo, in the igniting wars of the newborn world,
the primordial elements of creation did whirl,
and light was reflected upon the silvered skins of the Blind!
Mark this well, my immortal children!
Behold the madness of those who now make their pitiful plea before my court!
They were born unwise!
Formed of lusterless sediment,
impure stone,
frozen beneath the frigid crust,
never kissed by the warmth of Prominence!
And yet!
From the clash of Aurumic and Blind,
Our greatest blessing was born!
Ethereal and material were wedded!
Prominence was hardened into Luminessence,
the coinage of light and soul!
The starlined Fusion!
The sanctified substance of our dominion!
Therefore we do not bow to the Blind!
We do not heed those dredged in mineral soot!
Not the Titans of the Septentrional Expanse!
Not the Tempest Judge of the Neapean Seas!
Not the Great Salamandra of Torrido’s unlaid tropics!
Not the lowly Tetra of Outerwinds!
For none of them hold Luminessence within their eyes!
None of them seized the golden element in the aftermath of holy war!
None of them carved the land and raised it as our Solstitheo!
Our Sun! Our Crown! Our Immortality!
And you!
You blasphemers who stand before me,
tongues poisoned by the Blind’s lusterless whispers…
I proclaim this judgment:
I condemn us to reclaim your life which is rightfully ours: Luminessence!
And I condemn thee to darkness eternal!
