Lastlight Over Mountain

From atop the dark-weathered peak
The Priestess of the North
Begins to speak
Granted unholy dispensation
From the elements above

Unleashing her precipitated wolves
In gibbous, fanning formation
Their metal mercury eyes
Locked on landscape for the breaking
Leap through air-space for the attacking

Spearheads of brass-tipped light
Emerge from
Catalytic, cumbersome, cumulus
Bearing the anchors of destruction
Battery diabolical it doth yield

Unearthly hammers
Belting out the cry
Of tropospheric battle
Tearing the heavens apart
With the spitting of flashing tridents
Her words turned to liquid
Speak the last ………