Celeste and the god of doom ( prose and poetry)

what do you see

So many had fallen!
So many had withered away in hopelessness
For seven years the land had moaned the sun’s demise
Seven long years of anguish and death
Seven years of Belokor’s revenge

But as heroes fell and crumbled all around,
Celeste prepared
horned her skills and sharpened her mind
Driven by hope and not revenge
by love for her people and not thirst for glory
For the prophecy went…

“When evil reigns
and darkness stains
When mighty men fight and die in pain
One will come, different from all the rest
To put evil to the test
And melt away all its disdain”

Her time had come!
She scaled the mountain of despair that had defeated and weakened so many before,
using the ancient paths she’d studied from the temple scrolls

“Belokor!” she yelled from the mountain peak, “I challenge you!”

In all his majesty, colossal and imperious, Belokor, the god of doom appeared before her,
taller than the clouds
bringer of pain and anguish
scourge of heroes…

From pain she will rise
through loss, strength she will attain
Compassion, her soul

Surprised by the sight of a woman,
stunned by her beauty and poise
and entranced by the scent of the blue orchid billowing off her robes,
he wanted to posses her.

Unbeknownst to him, Celeste had studied his weakness
learnt of the allure of that scent to sentient beings
As well as their lust for wagers and games

And so a bargain, they struck
a game of riddles
The sun and his banishment, her prize.
And She, his.
An oath was sworn
binding her and binding him

Child of suffering
nothing to lose and all to gain
your destiny calls

With every riddle failed,
his hold on the land wained
until finally it was relinquished
His form crumbled
and he moaned the loss of the beauty he would never claim

She stood basking in his demise,
As the sun beamed free at last

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