A faux-edda. Finding actual battle too tedious, the forces of Good & Evil in this world prefer to have their Court Bards sing of it instead. Hear ye, then, of the epic struggles of Light & Darkness - which may (or may not) have happened.
IN THE BEGINNING...
The silver coin spins, glinting in the light of myriad lamps, flames & phosphorescent appendages, and lands showing a grinning skull.
"The Darkness has the call. You may proceed, BlackBard."
The cloaked & mysterious figure of the Black Bard shuffles up to the podium. Taps at the arcane device there, and mutters, in time honoured fashion, "Is this thing on?"
The gathered crowds indicate their readiness, in like traditional manner - "Geddon widdit, ya sorry beggar!"
Taking a deep breath, the Bard...
"When dusk was near, in dry plains sere,
And all the land was still –
No breath of air
Nor water fair
Only heat on brown plain and hill –
Heat, and heavier, the oppressive fear.
From treeless land, some giant’s hand,
Had thrust a large rock bare –
No grass on its crown
Nor, looking down
Movement in the brown grass spare –
But on that dome a tower, long unmanned.
Unmanned for long, yet now thin song
Rose from its pinnacles quivering –
A voice grown cold
With sorrows untold
A voice of fear and shivering –
And yet a voice unearthly strong.
The tale of time was in that rhyme
A tale of Light & Shadow’s dance –
A tale of death
Life’s last cold breath
Eternal sleep, cold endless trance –
Of ancient, irredeemable crime.
Of spirits lost, in endless frost
Stolen souls and stolen powers –
No faithful pledge
Nor blood, nor flesh
Nor incense sweet, nor fresh picked flowers –
Souls, souls alone could pay that cost.
That haunting chant, that madman’s rant
Called on dark powers in darker voice –
With thunder stroke
The veil he broke
In their presence he does rejoice –
And with their cold his soul supplant."
The crowd waits, silent.
"So it began. Well. Your dais now."