Zan’s Adoration of the Warrior(UC/Slash) Complete

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Title: Zan’s Adoration of the Warrior

Author: suicide_eagle_rath

Rating: Adult

Pairings: main paring: Zan and Rath (a.k.a. Zandanathar and TellymonRath or Tellymon in my books)

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement intended.

Summary: Happens in the past on Antar: based on the legends the Royals left when they died. Done in epic poem format based on the styling of the "Epic of Gilgamesh" with the figures of Zan and Rath as the main characters instead of Gilgamesh and Enkidu.

FYI: An epic poem is a long story in poem format narrating the heroic exploits of an individual in a way central to the beliefs and culture of his society. Typical elements are fabulous adventures, superhuman feats, polyphonic composition, majestic language, a range of literary devices, from lyrical to dramatic.
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<center>Zan’s Adoration of the Warrior
~ Tablet 1 ~</center>
<center>Let he who is willing to learn be taught
Let he who is willing to listen open thy ears
Let he who is willing to read open thy eyes

Before you the sheets of gold
From time immemorial
From the time of the Ancients,
Bought forth, created in the cauldrons of blood, fire and ice
The words of power, the words of knowledge, the words of truth</center>

For it was Zan whose legends foretold
Dared to defy the Assass’inay in locating the copper box of lore
It was Zan, King of Antar, who open the locks of bronze and gold
To throw back the chains of ignorance and undo the fastening of its secret
It was Zan, who defied all, brought for the lapis lazuli tablets
And read for all to hear of how Atarh went through every hardship that his
Beloved Rath now endures

The Ancients blessed Atarh with knowledge, the secret of the ages
The secret, that which was the Hidden, the Dark Waters, he discovered
The Ancients brought forth knowledge this in the time before D’wath
The knowledge of life, the knowledge of death
The Ancients requested of him a journey that would tax his mind and soul
A journey that would bring Atarh to exhaustion to bring peace to his people
And death to himself

Atarh built the wall of the martyred souls
Whose cries still echo in the valleys and mountains;
Mournful, banshee shrills that instill fear in mortal man
He created the Temple of the Lost Souls
For those whose ways were lost in transgressions
For him the coal engraved granite obelisks
Extolling his virtues were created

Exquisite, delicate, beautiful, so ethereal among the clouds
The threshold of the ages, where the Ancients themselves repose
Inspect the inner cream alabaster walls, which he sanctified
The dome of copper, aureate in color and luster
Dare to venture close to the domain of piety and reverence
Step barefoot upon hallowed ground
The residence that no King dares sit on the throne of

Venture on top of the Wall of the Majestic Kings
Examine the foundation, the seamless interlocked blocks
Scrutinize the carvings, feel the mastery that maketh Atarh
This was the plan of the Ancients, the plan of the worlds
World of death called forth to the world of life
Savior of old, savior of all, Atarh travel forth
Brought back the life, brought back the dead

Supreme over all Lords and Kings, magnificent in breath and depth
He is Atarh born of Ramist who resides in the bull of heaven, the bull of life
Atarh, the savior of his people, the savior of his race
brought forth as a covering to envelope them all
Strong gale winds nor raging seas can knock him to the ground
He stands strong, proud like a the mighty cedar, perfumed oil
Atarh is perfection

It is he who dug the canals of Dangotan to give drink to the desert
It was he who opened the Pass of Wasakelob through the Liaratin Mountains
It was he who went for to explore the unknown worlds, seeking refuge
It was he who by sheer strength dared to enter the abode of the Ancients
It was he who navigated the stars, built the ships of war
It was he who raised and restored the sanctuaries for the people
To pray and worship in peace and tranquility

Who can be compared to Atarh
He whose father came from a distant star,
He who is divinely inspired, he who says, “I am King”
His name appears centuries before in the prophesies of old
He is perfection amongst men, he is Atarh
It was he who welded the Sword of sword of justice,
The sword of retribution, the sword of power

Atarh who rescued Antar from devastation
Atarh who rebuilt and infused Anta with greatest
Atarh who brought back the alien wife
Atarh whose powers were superior, unfathomable as never was seen before
Atarh whose DNA became the Majestic Kings of Old
Atarh who has been split into two must now be joined into one
The King becomes the warrior the warrior the King

Is TellymonRath of the Shadow Moon?
Is he the one foreshadowed to be the savior?
Is Zan the one who possesses the state?
Is he the wise, brave, dedicated?
Are they Atarh once again reborn into the world.
Are they the two that must become one
The King becomes the warrior the warrior the King

For the daughter of the warrior, the bride of no young man,
Fate had sealed her destiny through tragedy and greed
The Assass’inay those who roam in the shadows, faces covered,
Meddlers of governments, man, and science,
Took it upon themselves to create the prophecy, yet they did not know
The Ancients cold and unyielding set the wheels in motion
For Vilandra will marry TellymonRath it is so deemed

In their secret chambers, deep in the bowels of the caves
They mastered the Dark Waters, plying their craft
They brought forth TellymonRath in who Uthrox did rage
There is no rival who can raise a weapon against him
We have brought into being a mighty warrior
Arrogant in day and night
Strong powerful, virile, omnipotent

For the daughter of the warrior, the bride of no young man,
It was you who created TellymonRath
And to her they gave the key, to control the rage that boils inside
But there was another he was created for
Let him be equal to this stormy heart, this fiery soul
Let them be a match for each other so that Antar will prevail
They created him for Zan, the DNA they share

For they too created the great King Zan
Born in silence, born of woman altered by man
Raven’s hair, eyes of fire coal death
Ancient justice and retribution encoded within
Ancient wisdom and patience he must obtain
For Antar to survive, for Antar to be great, it must be
Zandanathar and TellymonRath

An ancient seer, bent from aged white flowing hair
Came face to face with the image in the water basin
On seeing the image, her face drained pale,
A child tortured, his soul and body tormented
He was rigid with fear; though stoic in demeanor
Hair of white, eyes of liquid silver, soul of the ancients
The seer sought the Adair, father of the great King

The Seer addressed Adair, King of Antar:
I have seen a man, powerful, fearless, timeless
An ancient warrior beats in his heart
Power that has not been seen for many a century
An ancient warrior whose blood runs cold as ice
Power that threatens the foundation of Antar
An ancient warrior that has been issued forth

Adair, King of Antar addressed the Seer:
Bring forth this man, for he is dead
For the ancient warrior died upon his birth
Bring forth this imposture, bring forth this pretense
For the ancient heart stopped many years ago
Bring forth this fabrication, bring forth this illusion
For no more the ancient ones will live, they are dead

The Seer addressed Adair, King of Antar:
I cannot bring him forth, for he is well guarded
But he does live, he who was created for Zan
He who was created for Vilandra
He does live, his soul cries out, calling upon the rage
His body tormented, by those who are your enemy
In silence, he endures, in silence, he screams

Adair, King of Antar addressed the Seer:
Then in dreams bring him to us
Alter the fabric of time and space
In the Spring in the Spring he must return
For in the Spring Antar will come to life once more
Where the winds reside, where life begins anew
where the perfumed flower essence breath

The Seer addressed Adair, King of Antar:
I do not need to induce dreams great King Adair
Dreams he has, ancient battles, ancient loves
Dreams he has, lover unfulfilled, love not yet known
The Ancients have set the wheels in motion
They will deem the time for him to come forth
It will be in the Spring of Life

As the Ancients have already etched into stone
It will be in the Spring of man, the Spring of life,
When TellymonRath will be broth forth to the throne
He will be as the wild bull, untamed, raw, primal
His power immeasurable, his terror unbounded
He will allow to be led by Zan, whom he challenges
Whose strength is as great as his own

TellymonRath revealed a dream,
Master Galawen: I dreamed the dream
Stars of the sky appeared, came to me
Meteorites struck the ground where I was standing with force
All of Antar, generations passed, fear me
One meteorite struck me, with great power
My soul was absorb as I became no more

Master Galawen: the all-knowing, the wise one
As for the stars of the sky that appeared
They are those that obey you as the stars obey the universe
Meteorites struck the ground where I was standing with force
Is the enemy, which lay all about you, struck down by your force
One that is not your enemy will challenge you
That one you will love

TellymonRath revealed a dream,
Master Galawen: I dreamed the dream
At the door of my marital chamber there lay a sword
The people praised and bowed to this sword
All of Antar bowed to this sword
I laid it down and embraced it
The sword made me complete, made me whole

Master Galawen: the all-knowing, the wise one:
The sword that you see is a man, a great King
One that you will love and take as a confident
One that will complete you yet challenge you
That one is as powerful as you are
For together you are creation
Apart you are destruction

Both are warriors, both are Kings
The people bow and show fear to their forms
The lyre and drum beat out the rhythm of their hearts together as one
Women expose their voluptuousness, their sex to them
Both are fair in face, gaze upon them, youthful, fresh
Upon the bed of night the silken sheets are spread
Their bodies rub together exude sensuality, carnal, raw, primal, lustful

The Seer addressed Adair, King of Antar:
By the command of the great Ancients,
It has come to pass, it has been done
The warrior will be the King and the King will be the warrior
Friend and enemy alike, counselor and counseled
There are two, bounded for eternity, bound by love
The two must become one

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<center>~ Tablet 2 ~</center>

Adair raised his eyes; saw a man, illusionary, a mirage
It cannot be. Pondather? Can it be? No, no Hallucination be gone!
So long a time has passed go away! You can be no more.
Why have you come? Where have you been? fata morgana is thou
In darkness, I have called out your name. Silence answered.
Why did you forsake me, why have you returned?
He lives, Adair, he lives; I lied, concealed, deceived

The call went forth to bring the child, illusion no more, the protégé
The one whose lives, the ancient heart that beats in the fiery soul
The decree to be placed before the King this warrior of lore
Invited they, those of the unknown enemy of dead and greed
It is so is ordered by the counsel of Adair, King of Antar
Hurry to your master, take the mandate, herald the news
Come to the recherché

The warriors assembled, dark, mysterious, a phantasmagoria
Forbidden secret scholarship, silent philosophy they bear
Accolades, laurels galore; death before dishonor is their roar
Yet one ascended to the dais, his face revealed
Not child, yet not a man, battle worn, battle hungry
One whose name was hidden, one believed dead
Upon whose head the prince’s crown now laid

Two they are one, rivals, adversaries, combatants, antagonists
They walk among the people, stature, height, their heads above
All bend their knees: to one in awe, to one out of fear
The lands of Antar rise to meet the great, the favored
The men of Antar desire to be with them
The whole of Antar thrive in their glow
The women of Antar dream of silken sheets

The bed of night readied for one and a counterpart
Dominate, proud, arrogant the night howls
In each strength is awaken, strength is aroused
One declares to the other, souls cry to be rejoined
They hold each other fast, chest exposed, arms flexed
Their desire grow, it cannot be replaced
The ground shook, the air thickened

They deeply kissed one to the other, erotic, passionate
His strength mighty, his power is great, robust, stalwart,
His is the meteorite; he is the sword, together they are one
Rath bent his knee, turned his chest away,
His anger abated, lust fulfilled, desire consummated
The supple neck of warrior exposed, pulse blood racing
The doorposts trembled, the walls quivered

Once again, from the distance reaches of space
Time retreats as a race nefarious, iniquitous creatures
From the depths of purgatory, from the bottomless perdition
Eaters of Death, demonic savage beasts, immoral beings
They shall fear the return of Atarh, the return of the warrior

The Seer addressed Adair, King of Antar:
Antar threaten by the days of old,
Terror to the humans, from stars far away
Their roar is of fire, their breath is of death,
They play in our forest, burn, destruction, decimation
We must send the ancient soul, the warrior of rage
In him the fire is unquenchable, in him victory foretells

Adair, King of Antar addressed the Seer:
The warrior must go, the ancient hear the ancient soul
for only he made ascend among the stars
For only he may look into the breath of fire
Our days are numbered sacrifices are prepared
Send him to strike the enemy, the eternal damnation
He who deifies even death

The Seer addressed Adair, King of Antar:
He was born of the Ancients raised to destroy
Bold in strength, brave, victorious in battle
He is perfection amongst men he is Atarh
Reborn among man, pure, immortal,
Let him now wield the sword of justice,
The sword of retribution, the sword of power

Wrapped in the royal clock, the crown upon his head
They shall fear the return of Atarh, the return of the warrior
Come forth; drive the chariots of gold and lapis lazuli
Come forth: drive the horses of white, erupting sparks and fire
Come forth; drive back the demonic winds, to the gates of hell

The Noble Counselors of Antar arose
Advice delivered to Adair’s great throne:
King Adair, do not put your trust in this boy
He is young; his heart carries him off
He does not know what he speaks of, words
The world of battle and war are foreign, distant

Pondather, King of Kandahar addressed the Council;
Let TellymonRath go out ahead of the banners
He knows the road of Cedar, he knows the road of Fire
He has seen fighting, battle experienced in blood
He was forged in the fore of battle, blood of the dead
He is no child, he is but a man

The Noble Counselors of Antar arose
Advice delivered to Adair’s great throne:
Should we trust one who is arrogant, insolent, so egotistical?
Should we trust one who is raw, rough, crude, so primitive?
Should we trust one who is erratic, impulsive, unstable, so volatile?
Make the sacrifices, a few to save the many

Pondather, King of Kandahar addressed the Council;
TellymonRath will strike fear into their hearts
The council fears, the council knows, the power he holds
They fear he is Atarh reborn, Uthrox unleashed
They fear he is the prophecy destine to come true

Atarh hath returned, as they fear; defeat will be theirs
The ancient soul warrior has returned; death will be great
The thrones afar shake with fear; tribute will be heavy
TellymonRath will wield in battle the sword of justice,
The sword of retribution, the sword of power

Adair, King of Antar addressed TellymonRath:
We have entrusted Antar to you
Our lives our fears our hopes our trust
Your return you must entrust Antar back to us

TellymonRath addressed Adair, King of Antar:
I am already damned for eternity that I do not fear
I will cut down the Cedar, the perfumed resin will flow
I will drown the Fire in their own copper laced blood
I will establish fame for Antar, fear for Antar.

Adair, King of Antar addressed TellymonRath:
Go with the blessing of Antar and the Throne
Upon your return, the gates will open wide heralding you in
The temples will decree your sacrifice to be sacrosanct
Celebrations will honor your actions, you will be lionized
Proclamations will be made devotions will be poured

Return to us ......... Return to Antar ............ Return to the Throne


<center>Come my friend listen
Come my friend learn
Come my friend fear

The words of the battle
Great was the call, fear ran rampant
To save Antar from enslavement
The ancient warrior rose up
Not a boy, but not yet a man, battle hardened
Bought forth, created in the fire and blood of war</center>

Antar faced an enemy more mighty than Atarh had faced before
Stronger, more evil, cruel, they now feared neither man nor beast
They fight to the last man, to the last strength, to the last breath
Massive in size, genetically enhanced, yellowed eyes, gashing teeth

They feast on the dead and dying; delicious to their taste
They yearned for erythrocyte, mature red blood, wine to their senses
Immoral demons, souls they had none; they are cast from the dead
Screams across the fields echoed as they consumed their prey

Foul breath, they work as drones, one to the next
Rewarded with flesh and blood, they ripped at the bodies
No god exist for them, no destiny awaits them, no eternal abode
No Antarian was prepared; the feeling of abhorrence was incredible

Battles were waged, engagements fought, dead mounting,
The feeling of destitution was great, the men feared the enemies,
That fear swept like a pestilence through the ranks, diseased words
TellymonRath let loose his ability, wave after wave issued forth from him
Becalming his men; instilling terror, defeat, gloom the enemy did feel

TellymonRath cast down weapons in their presence
He burned a path of destruction, that none had ever done before
TellymonRath had never been so inflamed, so incensed
He released the greatest weapon Antar had, the power of Uthrox

No enemy before had angered him so, the walls broke, cracked
Rage, uncontrolled rage gushed forth from the seams; Rath was lost
The rage of Uthrox was released, the Dark Waters flowed
To quench his thirst he drank freely of the rich amaranthine blood

The sword of justice, The sword of retribution, the sword of power
Was wielded in battle, covered in blood, like an expert butcher,
TellymonRath stalked and hunted down the enemy
He was the bull of the heavens, the vicarious, the strong

TellymonRath grasped the enemy by the tail
Between the shoulders, he thrust his sword, deep unyielding
He ripped out their hearts and presented them to their king
He piled their heads upon their king’s deserted throne

He drenched his hands in their blood; their planets decimated
He bathed his body in their blood; their fields lay empty, fallow
He quaffed their blood with gusto; their rivers flooded red, thick
He smeared their blood across their king’s face

• His men proclaimed at the enemies gates
  
  "Who is the bravest of the warriors?
  Who is the boldest of the warriors?
  
  Who wields the sword of justice,
  The sword of retribution, the sword of power?"
  
  "TellymonRath is the bravest of the warriors
  The boldest of the warriors
  He wields the great sword
  
  Remember the name
  Remember the fear
  Remember your dead"

The gates were opened wide heralding TellymonRath’s return
The drums beat loudly, the cymbals crashed wildly, the horns blasted
The temples issued forth the call to sacraments, blessing were made,
Atonements in his name were made; sacrifices were made
Celebrations far and wide were held as fabled deeds of TellymonRath
were told from fire to fire, they spread, increased

<center>He was like the lion circling the pack, bringing down the gazelle throat in his teeth
He was like the Eagle circling overhead, talons flashing ripping the mouse
He was like the shark circling the water forcing terror into the heart of his prey</center>

<center>Return to us TellymonRath
Return to Antar TellymonRath
Return to the Throne TellymonRath
He returned to Zandanathar</center>

[suicide_eagle_rath]

To Thanette ...thank-you so very much for the gracious compliment …

<center>~ Tablet 3 ~</center>


Zan whispered to Rath, saying:
Come, my love, sidereal time is upon us
Let’s journey to the Shadow Temple,
To acquire your Queen predestined foreordained
To insure that the House of Rath prevailed de novo
The path is set you cannot deviate

Taking each other by the hand, one the confident of the other
Zan and Rath slowly perambulate to the Shadow Temple,
To face the priest of old, the masters of all, the masters of none
TellymonRath hath endured the rituals, the snake and the hawk
TellymonRath hath the proclivity to exist DNA immortally

Master I have come in the name of the House of Rath
To ask for the blessing of the temple and the Ancients:
Time has come for me to travel where I have not been before
Time has come for me to fight a battle that I am restrained from winning
Time has come for me walk down a road I have not seen before
Time had come for the sacraments of marriage to commence

The priest spread the incense on the fire
Thick smoke, tinged in the color of titian engulfed them all
He uttered the ritual words, old, antiquated words of lost in meaning
TellymonRath, son of Pondather, Crown Prince of Kandahar
You are mighty, and ancient heart beats in you, primordial fire
Light sacred votaries consecrate your marriage vows
The House of Rath will be blessed with an heir, it is so sanctified

Vilandra washed out her tresses, shaking down over her back
She placed upon his body the silver gown of marriage ritual
She wrapped herself in jewels and silks, the binds she will wear
Upon her head the crown of purity she did wear


For the daughter of the warrior, the bride of no young man,
Raised her eyes to the manliness of TellymonRath
Come be you my husband, grant me your child
Come be you my husband, grant me be your love
Come be you my husband, grant me the crown
Come be you my husband, grant me be your wife.

Come into our house, with the fragrance of cedar
Come into our house, with the fragrance of oils
Come into our house, with the fragrance of ambrosia
Come into our house, with the fragrance of sensuality

Come into our nuptial chamber, I will give you my adulation
Come into our nuptial chamber, I will give you my devotion
Come into our nuptial chamber, I will give you my chastity
Come into our nuptial chamber, I will give you my essence

The Princess addressed her Prince saying:
May you be clothed in the House of Rath
May you wear the crown of a King upon your head
May you carry the sword of justice for injustice
May you carry the sword of retribution for vengeance
May you carry the sword of power for dominance

TellymonRath washed out his locks, shaking down over his back
He placed upon his body the regal garments, the cloak of marriage
He wrapped himself furs and silks, the binds he did wear
Upon his head the princely crown he did wear

For the warrior of old, the one who ancient heart beats strong
Raised his eyes to the enchantment that is Vilandra
Come be you my wife, grant me an heir to the throne
Come be you my wife, grant me be your warrior
Come be you my wife, grant me unyielding fidelity
Come be you my wife, grant me be your husband.

Come into our house, with the fragrance of perfume
Come into our house, with the fragrance of incense
Come into our house, with the fragrance of elixir
Come into our house, with the fragrance of love

Come into our bed, I will give you my devotion
Come into our bed, I will give you my embodiment
Come into our bed, I will give you my love
Come into our bed, I will give you my lifeblood

The Prince addressed his Princess saying:
May you be clothed in rich regal accoutrements
May you be sheltered in a Palace of auriferous quartz veins
May you be imbathe in extravagant nectared oils
May you be drenched in furs, lustrous luxurious pelts
May you be bejeweled rubies, emeralds, sapphires, diamonds

Time of darkness spread over the land
Solar shafts could not pierce the nigritude
The limestone wall buckled, the water turned to sand
The omens are bad, evil walks the land
Dreams became nightmares, nightmares became reality

Ignorance becomes rampant, mindless guileless drones
Follow the one called the redeemer, the Atarh of the people
He who leads them willing to their deaths as fodder for the mines
Famine plaques devastate the population into fear
Destitute hopelessness became food for the immoral

Zan prepared a sleeping place for them
A violent wind, from the mountains blew down
Doors slammed open, the fires were quenched
A libation of venom was poured into the House of Thardan

Zan rested his chin Tellymon on as sleep came
Sleep that pours over humanity overtook them
In the middle of the blackened night Zan awoke
The sleep of men came to an end, disturbing him so

Arousing Rath, he spoke
Why did I wake? What has happened?
My love, did you not call out to me? I heard your voice.
Did you not touch me? I felt your hand upon my chest.
Why are my muscles trembling? What has happened?

Zandanathar revealed a dream,
Tellymon my love, I have had a dream
A disturbing dream, deeply disturbing
We were in the mountain gorges, deep
The walls caved in on top of us
Holding us down like flies in a trap

TellymonRath interpreted the dream,
My Zan, your dream is not disturbing
Your dream is ponderous, great weight it has
My Zan, the mountain is our enemy
We will subdue him, capture him in our trap
We will throw his corpse into the deep gorge

Rath prepared a sleeping place for them
A fierce gale from the seas poured over the land
Windows cracked, lights were extinguished
A vile incense was burned, fogging the House of Rath

Tellymon rested his chin on Zan as sleep came
Sleep that pours over humanity overtook them
In the middle of the blackened night Zan awoke
The sleep of men came to an end, disturbing him so

Arousing Rath, he spoke
Why did I wake? What has happened?
My love, did you not call out to me? I heard your voice.
Did you not touch me? I felt your hand upon my chest.
Why are my muscles trembling? What has happened?

Zandanathar revealed a dream,
Tellymon my love, I have had a dream
Beside the first now a second, so striking, so disturbing
We fought the wild untamed bull of the wastelands,
With a bellow, he split the ground, tremors unfolded
A cloud of red dust rose to the sky

TellymonRath interpreted the dream,
My Zan, your dream is not disturbing
The wild bull is our enemy he is ours
We destroyed out enemies, by sword we kill
Till nothing remained but the dust of the bones
A deed such as this has not been done in the land.

Zan prepared a sleeping place for them
Light became atramentous, swallowed whole
Fire rained down, thunder clashed, land trembled
An offensive sacrifice was offered to the Throne of Antar

Zan rested his chin Tellymon on as sleep came
Sleep that pours over humanity overtook them
In the middle of the blackened night Zan awoke
The sleep of men came to an end, disturbing him so

Arousing Rath, he spoke
Why did I wake? What has happened?
My love, did you not call out to me? I heard your voice.
Did you not touch me? I felt your hand upon my chest.
Why are my muscles trembling? What has happened?

Zandanathar revealed a dream,
Tellymon my love, I have had a dream
I have had a third dream, deeply disturbing.
The heavens roared and the land rumbled;
Then the stillness of death lied all around us
Darkness loomed upon the horizon

TellymonRath interpreted the dream,
My Zan, your dream is not disturbing
The heavens roared with our battle call
The land with our drums in battle formation
The stillness of dearth is our enemy
They lay all around us in darkness

Zan prepared a sleeping place for them
A savage tempest raged down from the sky
Roofs collapse, the fire of life expired
Violent incidents mimicked the augury of the future

Zan rested his chin on Tellymon as sleep came
Sleep that pours over humanity overtook them
In the middle of the blackened night Zan awoke
The sleep of men came to an end, disturbing him so

Arousing Rath, he spoke
Why did I wake? What has happened?
My love, did you not call out to me? I heard your voice.
Did you not touch me? I felt your hand upon my chest.
Why are my muscles trembling? What has happened?

Zandanathar revealed a dream,
Tellymon my love, I have had a dream
I have had a fourth dream, deeply disturbing.
A lightening bolt cracked the heavens apart
Fire broke out and rained down ash upon us
White-hot hail of death broke out

TellymonRath interpreted the dream,
My Zan, your dream is not disturbing
The bolt is our sword splitting open the enemy belly
The fire is our army as we rain ash and death upon them
The hail of death is their dead piled up like a cord of wood
We will be victorious over Ki'var and his minion

The female beguiled him in all her finery, false in her illusion
She lured him into her bed with perfumed aphrodisiacs
She manipulated her way onto the throne
The Dark Arts were her play toys she excelled in torture
Death will be the finale; the finale will be her death

In play before any knew, in play before any suspected
Ki'var planned his subjection of Antar and the royal race
Methodically, he killed one by one, none knew
He is deplorable, reprobate conduct of a mock aristocrat
An amoral thief to the throne

Rath whispered Zan to, saying:
Come, my love, the appointed time is upon us
Let us journey to the Great Hall
To acquire your Queen as counseled by the elders
To insure that the House of Thardan does not end
The road ahead has been determine for you

Taking each other by the hand, one confident to the other
Zan and Rath walked to the Great Hall
To face the elders, the great counsel of the King of Antar
They who had selected a maiden fair and young

I have come before the Great Counsel of Antar
To claim she who is to be my bride
Time has come for me to accept what I have been offered
Time has come for me to stop grieving for those ho are dead
Time has come for me take what is mine, my property
Time had come for the marriage to commence

The elders nodded their heads, speaking
Among themselves in harsh whispers of vague and unimportant matters
Zandanathar, son of Adair, Crown Prince of Antar
You are destined to be a mighty King, great in your reign
The House of Thardan must have an heir
To take your future place upon the Throne

Ava prepared her body for the marriage night
Her hair and body were washed with oils of inducement
She wrapped herself in jewels and silks, a harlot’s royal robes
Upon her head the throne of Antar she did steal

For the daughter of a meager warmonger
For the sister of a villainous plaque upon Antar eyed Zan
Come my husband I can bear a child
Come my husband I am your only friend
Come my husband I have the crown of Antar
Come my husband in am your wife.

Come the fragrance of sexual lust you will smell
Come the fragrance of infidelity you will not smell
Come the fragrant oils of enchantment will smell
Come the fragrance of incest you will not smell

Come I will give you love
Come I will give you lust
Come I will give you power
Come I will give you omnipotence

The Princess addressed her Prince saying:
May the Throne of Antar be great
May you wear the crown of a King be mightily
May all fear your power bow down before you
May all fear your words bow down before you
May all fear your energy bow down before you

In their midst, corruption reigned, not the Crown
A beauty, fair and grace, blacken heart inside
She washed herself with purity to conceal
She cloaked herself in royal robe, impersonator
She draped jewels about her breasts, most worthy adversaries

She eyed the Crown, the throne of power
Brother to her, her master in the craft, cutting deep
She sprinkled blood, held in a copper bowl onto the ground.
She set incense, offered up blood and hatred to the Dark Waters
She call out to the Waters, they heeded her call

Zandanathar prepared his body for the marriage night
His hair and body were washed with oils of cedar
He placed upon his body the royal robes of a Crown Prince
Upon his head the crown of Antar he did wear

For the daughter of a meager warmonger,
Deluded Zan’s mind, clouded with chants
For the sister of a villainous plaque upon Antar
Zan saw no threat, magic covered his eyes
Come my wife I can bear a child
Come my wife I trust you as no one else
Come my wife I own the Throne of Antar
Come my wife in am your King

Come I smell the fragrance of sexual lust
Come I smell no fragrance of infidelity
Come I smell the fragrant oils of enchantment
Come I not smell the fragrance of incest

Come I will give you my eternal love
Come I will give you devotion
Come I will give you power of the throne
Come I will give you regal power

The Prince addressed his Princess saying:
May you be clothed wealth riches beyond measure
May you be always obeyed by all who see you
May you be powers be dark and ominous
May you be in control over me
May you be draped in blood of my beloved Rath

Dark Waters have inundated the Thorne of Antar
Imposed--nay, inflicted disease now sits in command
Forbidden of his Rath. Forbidden Of his Zan
The one are two. Destruction follows. Death follows.

Rath will face fighting such as he has not known
Zan will face an opponent he is unable to see
Both will travel roads there is no map
The Cedars cry, the stars will fall, the land will shake

Until Ki'var is eradicated, until the evil is demolished
Watchmen of the Night, the stars and moons doth cry
The jewel that was Antar shattered, blood, death, wails
Mocked now among the galaxies far and wide

Brought down by love. Brought down by lust.
Brought down by anger. Brought down by mistrust.
Brought down by division. Brought down by hatred.
Brought down by Zan. Brought down by Rath.

[suicide_eagle_rath]

To Thanette ...thank-you for the feedback it is greatly appreciated …

<center>~ Tablet 4 ~</center>

<center>The seer in the temple saw a vision the future it foretold
Zan would stand on the great boulder overlooking the valley below
“This is not my life, what have I done” the words foreign yet true
They would die, reborn in time and space far distant
Strange world, misaligned stars, another dimension

Doom the seer doth sees
War the seer doth sees
Death the seer doth sees

The battle will cry out for blood atonement
Tears will fall heavy; the soil will become saturated with salt
Mothers will bury sons; wives will bury husbands
Antar will fall; the Great Jewel is cracked
The Ancient warrior will rise up, take his place in the stars
Not a boy, but not yet a man, battle hardened
Brought forth, created in the fire, forged in blood </center>

Zan stood on the precipice overlooking the valley below
Be mind of the greatness stand by my side
TellymonRath, the offspring of Pondather
For battle changes, plans I have now laid in place
Zan issued forth from his mouth, his mind beguiled
The harlot of the Throne hath beguiled him
Sister to the destroyer, the demon

I demand allegiance, do I not rate fidelity, homage
Have I not done what is just and righteous for my people
Have I not done what is charitable and gracious for my people
That I should now live under contempt and curses
That I should now be denounced and ridiculed
I have been castigated by a few zealots
Me! What is it you want from me!

Rath listened to these lies his words
He has struck me down as if I was a servant
I would had followed you into purgatory
I have followed you into hell look at the battle
My men lay dying, carcasses line the valley floor
Their blood cries out to me, to the Ancients
Why did you betray me? Why did you lie?

Sister to the destroyer, the demon smiled
What is the matter? The outcome you caused.
Was it not you who provoked the King?
Who incurred his anger at your unfaithfulness
It was you who taunted him with those lovers
You now cry out, the bed I now I have
TellymonRath fallen, cast aside

A warning resounded through the sky war had begun
Sparks set the firmament on fire, inflamed the senses
Vermilion color bombarded the land below
The amour of seven strong was struck down to one
One alone cannot hold back the horde
The path is now feared not by one but by two
Strangers now

Zan commanded Rath to go to the Cedar Forest
Split open the trunk for all to see
My love you who are so experienced in battle
You need not fear death the time is come
Let the drums sound forth the cry of war
You, my love, must be sacrificed, your blood must flow
The harlot commands it so

Atarh once again issued forth the cry
Atarh once again cut down the cedar, blood did flow
Atarh once again was unleashed, the fury ignited
Atarh once again stood upon the soil
Atarh once again breathed the air
the warrior the King the second must unfold
Majestic Kings of Old

It is he who burned inside, born to war, born to blood
It was he who through his fighting establish fame
It was he who did not lose heart, passion fill lust
It was he who desired the copper-laced blood
It was he who treaded the Dark Waters
It was he who welded the sword of justice,
The sword of retribution, the sword of power

Like a battering ram, he attacked the enemy
Martyred souls ordained lamentations
A thousand cast into the pits, devouring flesh
Where is Atarh, why is the plan muddled?
He is perfection, yet the plan is defeated!
The banshee scream as the dead go up to eat the living
Those dead, those defiled outnumber those alive

Can this be, he who is of Atarh, the plan failed
Atarh, the savior of his people, the savior of his race
Brought forth as a covering to envelope them all
This was the plan of the Ancients, the plan of the worlds
World of death called forth to the world of life
Savior of old, savior of all, Atarh travel forth
Brought back the life, brought back death

The Ancients knew the secret of the ages, concealed refined
The secret, that which was the Hidden, the Dark Waters
The Ancients knew Zan would succumb to beauty that kills the beast
The Ancient knew Zan would betray the love of Rath
For it had to be, the circle had to complete
The Ancients knew before D’wath
The knowledge of life, the knowledge of death

For it would Zan whose legends are now told
For love, the enchantment wore thin, his eyes saw
It was Zan, King of Antar, who saved TellymonRath
To throw back the chains of ignorance and undo the fastening of its secret
It was Zan, who took the sword to save his love
To kill the Bull of Heaven, the zest that is life
Between the horns, the shoulders, he thrust his sword

This action the Ancients did wait for, the plan to go forth
Zan shook off the spells, shook off the trance
He took the bull by the tail he butchered the hindquarters
And flung it in the face of Ki'var, poison was answered
He draped the innards over his arms, as they grew weak
He became the warrior
And with his death the warrior became the King

They washed their hands in the blood of Antar
The enemy gathered, staring at them
Who is that that died for another?
Who is this that died so bravely?
With heavy heart, Rath stood tall as he slew them
Zan is the one who died for another.
Zan is the one who is the bravest of all

Zan lay dying blood would not stop
Tears flowed, blood flowed, poisoned blade
“My love, Zan why, why did you stop the sword
You will become a ghost, a phantom of my mind”
With glazed eyes Zan looked upon the face of his love
The Palace now bows to you Rath
Remove my name and set your own there

You are king

My love Zan, dawn begins to glow, turquoise bands have appeared
Rath raised his head and cried out, no one hears
My love first light, has appeared, come forth into the light
TellymonRath fell to his knees, in prayers he beseeched
His words carried to the stars above
Words of anguish regret and love
Tears poured flooding the river, deluge ensues

You, my sword at my side, my own hand
You, my robe that coverth me, my loins exposed
An evil demonic soul, a succubus of old
She, it was she took you away from me!
Threw you bound into the Dark Waters
My love we hath joined together
Why do now sleep this sleep of death?

No longer do you listen to me!
He can no longer hear
No longer do you feel my touch!
His muscles are rigid
No longer do you see me!
His eyes do not move
No longer do you love me!
His heart, it beats no longer

You workers of metal, fashioners of jewels
Create Zan, create a replica, parallelism
His features make them kind and wise
His heart will be of lapis lazuli
His skin will be of gold
Create Zan, create a replica, parallelism
Create my love

[suicide_eagle_rath]

To "touched by an alien" ..thanks for all the feedback you have left .. it was really nice and great of you

<center>~ Tablet 5 ~</center>


<center> TellymonRath cried out to the Ancients,
holder of truth
Their blessing, precious life, he sought to obtain</center>

Upon the Plain of Zalafar, on the dead
His blood soaked the soil in atonement
His heart beat not, his soul poisoned
The fulmination of Rath terrified all
Miles in all direction the flames did go forth
Dust now lies in place of corporal
Death is now Antar

He who calls himself the savior of Antar
Demoniac energy flows with in his veins
He who is the destroyer of life, death eternal
Nefarious creature not worthy of a soul
He who is the defacer of the Royal race
I demand revenge I demand retribution
I demand Ki’var’s heart

They killed my love, they killed my soul
May they suffer, vapor be their skin
Blood will gush forth, their organs exposed
It is her, the harlot of the throne, the damned one
She is the one, who betrayed us, the defiler
She is the cursed demonic presence
Sister to the destroyer, the demon

She who desired a warrior’s body, lustful sex
Come to me now, let me show you desire, fire, ice
Let me fill you with myself, come to my bed
Let your grief for Zan flow onto my chest
I am now your King you belong to me
One of the harm to set before to pleasure me
Come to me, come to death

Come now, harlot of the throne, deceiver of Zan
I will decree your fate, your throat is mine
To end of time is close for you, feel my breath
Feel my finger enclose that soft white flesh
Fragile bones break so easily for a warrior’s grasp
I will curse you with a Sacred Curse, the Great Curse
I curse you with blackness, damnation, death

He who sits now on the throne, deceiver
A flamboyant charlatan who sells hope
He who sits now on the throne, masquerader
No, snake oil he sells in the square
He who sits now on the throne, imposter
A tarnish blood soak crown he now wears
Mountebank, a fallacy

May you be damned on the Throne of Antar?
May you be damned with no heirs to educate in evil?
May you be damned in the bed of a woman?
May you be damned in the arms of a man?
May you be damned in your food and drink?
May you be damned in the Royal Robes?
May you be damned in the Crown of Antar?
May you be damned to ugliness of hatred?
May you be damned in the sight of beauty?
May you be damned in the hearing of love?
May you be damned in the speech of forgiveness?
May you be damned with your soul?
May you be damned to know the Ancients?
May you be damned to face Zan once more?
May you be damned to see Vilandra no longer controlled?
May you be damned to see Rath Alive?
To cut your heart, beating still, damned

Those his generals they say in concern:
My Prince why is your face so forlorn, so haggard
Why the perpetually dolorous expression you show?
My Prince why is your heart so pained, so wretched
Why is there such sadness deep inside?
My Prince what has happened?

TellymonRath full of hurt barely speaks, explains
Should not my face be forlorn haggard
Should not my expression be dolorous
Should not my heart be pained, wretched
Should not my sadness be found deep inside?
What has happened? Death did happen

My love the stealth panther of the valley
The bull of the wilderness
We joined together, we became one,
We became powerful, mighty in the sword
We fought with honor we fought for victory
We slew them in the passes
My love he did not quaver, he did not pause
Fate overtook him, poison hatred of all
I mourned over him nuclear firebomb ensued
Thardan’s banner I did drape
Knots were tied, prayers were said
His body Kandahar welcomes

Those his generals they say in concern:
My Prince what has happened is great
The seal now possess you; you must obey
My Prince what has happened is dismal
But Antar still lives, she needs a direction
My Prince you are now King

TellymonRath full of hurt barely speaks, explains
Should I not grieve for my love, my King?
Should I not seek revenge, retribution?
Should I not let my blood flow for atonement?
Should I not die with my love?
The seal is nothing, I am no king.

The death of my lover oppresses me
Sadness fills my mind and soul
I do not wish his death for a piece of metal
Jewels of blood they mean nothing
A throne now tarnished with his death
How pale the golden days of yore
How can I stay silent?
How can I be still?
My lover who will turn to dust
His heart does not beat
Am I not like him!
Will I not lie down never to rise?

Those his generals they say in concern:
My King you must come from the battlefield
Antar needs you in her bosom,
My King only you may solve the faction
Only you may make Antar whole again
Please my King do not sacrifice yourself

The battle raged on, Rath would not concede
Flee not from the sword nor the power blasts
He circled through all the valleys, bunkers he found
Traversed treacherous mountains, cold with snow
Crossed all the seas, liquid and spatial
Through sleepless nights, he strained to survive
His muscles filled with pain, his soul with agony

He slaughtered the enemy, no prisoner did he take
He killed the beasts of the battlefield he ate their meat
The rivers carried the dead downstream
Blood showered down from the skies above
The destruction of TellymonRath was vast, monumental
Never had the history seen such acts of atrocity
Uthrox in full regalia had returned

The elders of the council to Rath they spoke in awe:
He should sit on the Throne of Antar, his rightful place
The princes of the worlds should kiss your feet.
Not be here in the mud and blood of war
You fate has been decreed, this you cannot deny
The people of Antar mourn your loss, their loss
The gate of his grief is opened wide,
Let the priests now bless you to stop the curse

May Kings and princes of the Five Planets adore you?
May the nobles of the royal Race love you?
May those of Antar call you King?
May those of Kandahar, accept you as King?
May priests bless you as King?
May the warriors stand in anticipation of you?
May the workers serve you?
May we be blessed to die to for you, to save Antar?
Take the throne of Antar sit upon the dais
Bring together to the Houses they call for you
Take the crown upon thy head, Zan commanded it
Wear the gifts of the Ancients, we all serve

The seer in the temple, bent with prayer and age
Saw a vision as the future had foretold
Come forth to the council of Antar
"It has happened it is done,
the Great Jewel is shattered”

Speak seer of old, what is doth thou see
Why damnable vision hath thou seen?

Listen, council of old, to the dream that I dreamt
The heavens cried out, blood cascaded down
The sky ripped apart, intestines plummeted forth
The land quaked and shook with violence
Mountains crumbled to dust and the seas dried up
There appeared a man of dark visage, black he wore
His face resembled the face of the black snake Uraeus
His hands were those of the panther’s paws
His nails the talons of the shadow hawk

Listen, council of old, to the dream that I dreamt
Possessed by evil his wife hath abandoned him
His bed she did share, unconsciously, unknowingly
Poisoned by evil his love has left him
He destroyed she who betrayed the throne,
Her throat he crushed in her very lies
But he whom the Rath did seek, the heart
His enemy doth eluded him, trickery, Vilandra
Trapped like an animal, torture he will endure

Listen, council of old, to the dream that I dreamt
Rath lies there so still, his bowels split open,
Breath of life still evident upon his lips
The demon seized him by the hair,
Overpowering him demanding allegiance
He encircle his body, his soul determined
Allegiance to Zan and Antar he did swear
You rescue me, you not afraid of death nor I
Death before dishonor, honor before death

From the sky above, lightening and thunder erupted
A shout was heard coursing over the land
Growing louder the shout became defiance
As a myriad of myriad of soldiers faced death
The sound grew defeating as it pierced the mountaintops
As a myriad of myriad women were raped
It grew to a shriek as it bubble the oceans in heat
As a myriad of myriad children were murdered

The priests, those of the Ancient spoke to the council:
The shadow Hawk has come forth to claim
The feathered, a hawk he becomes
The Black Snake Uraeus protects his soul
Ready to strike, he is one; he is the last Assass’inay
Seizing him down to the House of Darkness,
Swallowed by the Dark Waters, eternal damnation

The priests, those of the Ancient spoke to the council:
Rath must travel the twelve leagues to
The house where those who enter do not come out
Along the road of no return, the river of death

Rath must journey the twelve leagues to
The house where those who dwell, do so without light
Where blood is their drink, their dirt is their food

Rath must saunter the twelve leagues to
The house where demons dwell, foul stench
Where upon the door and bolt, there lies dust

The Houses of Antar cry out:
Hear me, hear me, O men!
Hear me, hear me, O women!
Hear me, hear me, O children!
I mourn for Rath the Ancient Warrior
I shriek in anguish, I cry like a child
I falter, we are but in the womb

The priests cry out in the temples:
May the men of war whom bled in battle mourn you
May the farmer, fisher, herder in song mourn you
May the Roads of Life in silence mourn you
May the cedars mourn you
May the men of the mountains, valleys and seas mourn you
May the animals both great and small mourn you
May the lands far and wide mourn you
May the men upon the nigh couch of loneliness mourn you
May women in their vacant silk sheets mourn you
May the pure waters mourn you
May the night and day mourn you
May the star, planets, galaxies mourn you
May the Dark Water recede it receives your body
May the lamentation of the priests be heard far and wide
May the Ancients honor you

The name of the former
The name of the second
I beseech thee

I am going to die!--am I not like Zan.
Deep sadness penetrates my soul
I fear death, to roam the abyss of darkness
I raised my head in prayer to the Ancients
A warrior who enjoyed life, I drew the dagger
I killed, I scattered their remains

The Ancients looked down upon the flesh of Atarh
He who comes to us, in the flesh of Atarh
Why have you come here?

TellymonRath spoke to the ebony haze:
I have come on account of my ancestor Atarh
Who was given eternal life, he defied death and life

The Ancients looked down upon the flesh of Atarh
For Rath it is written torture awaits
For Rath it is written death awaits
For upon Rath’s death it is written rebirth awaits

TellymonRath spoke to the ebony haze:
I do not fear death, I have not endure the pain of torture
I do not regret my death, my life I have lived

The Ancients looked down upon the flesh of Atarh
To the setting of the sun
To the rising of the sun
In cold or heat, deep sadness and pain
Venture forth-mortal man, he of the Ancient heart
Twelve leagues you must transverse
A poisoned kiss awaits, your wife revived
To free you from Ki’var’s grasp
To set you among the stars
To send to Zan and Vilandra
Eternity you are rewarded

TellymonRath walked in the ebony haze
Dense was the darkness, light there was none

One league he did travel
Along the Road of the Damned he journeyed
Dense was the darkness, light there was none
Neither what lies ahead can he see
nor behind does it allow him to see

Two leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt the hatred
Neither what lies ahead can he see
nor behind does it allow him to see

Three leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt the blood
Neither what lies ahead can he see
nor behind does it allow him to see

Four leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt hopelessness
Neither what lies ahead can he see
nor behind does it allow him to see

Five leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt forsaken
Neither what lies ahead can he see
nor behind does it allow him to see

Six leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt the loneliness
Neither what lies ahead can he see
nor behind does it allow him to see

Seven leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt the damnation
Neither what lies ahead can he see
nor behind does it allow him to see

Eight leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt the cold
Neither what lies ahead can he see
nor behind does it allow him to see

He screamed out
He screamed in the Dark Waters
He screamed in the purgatory, eternal hell
He screamed out the pain

Nine leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt the water
Neither what lies ahead can he see
He felt the pain, his breath shortened

Ten leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt the sun
Neither what lies ahead can he see
He felt the pain, his muscles tensed

Eleven leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he felt the kiss
Neither what lies ahead can he see
He felt the pain, his skin torn, bones exposed

Twelve leagues he traveled
Dense was the darkness, he saw lapis lazuli
Neither what lies ahead can he see
He felt no pain, death came

Atarh who was brought forth in flesh and blood
Created from the DNA of ancient soul
Long ago it had been established
Your death was prevailed your fate
Through torture, you have worn yourself out
Your body is filled with pain, grief, terror, sadness
Your long lifetime is coming to a close

No one can see death,
No one can see the face of death
No one can hear the voice of death
Yet one can feel and taste death
Death is savage; it snaps at that the heels of man

For how long do we remain dead?
For how long are the tablets to be sealed?
For how long do we wait for revenge?
For how long is there to be jealousy in Antar?
For how long are the Dark Waters to flood the land?

How alike they are the sleeping and the dead
They are at peace, the image of death
The Ancients perform the blessing
They established death and then life once more
Destiny forms, determined with them.
Rebirth, resurrection, eternal damnation
They did not know 'the days before death’

FINIS