Lily and The Storm

The white cliffs of Dover plunged beneath Lily’s feet

Her gaze lay upon the sea’s unrest

Her mind bent towards the clouded west

Allow she wouldn’t, this battle to end in defeat

The thunderheads across the blue waters swept

Billowing fiercely into the sky

Reaching to the heavens high

Lily’s eyes uncovering within, secrets long kept

Waves crashed like thunder over the black sand below

The west wind blew in a gale

Like the full breath of Gaia exhaled

The lightning forked across the sky with an eerie glow

The roiling cloud tops shown bright in the Sun’s failing rays

The approaching storm began to wake

‘Twas not hobgoblin, ogre, or drake

But Modi, Thor’s son, the wrathful Storm Mage of bygone days

The cloud form arose as if from a long Winter’s slumber

Lily saw the god hooded and cloaked

Heard rumbling thunder of anger stoked

And stood as rooted tree to be his only cumber

Modi stood on clouded pedestal, revealed, far above the sea

His gaze turned slowly, yet swift for a cloud

And spied Lily on the white cliffs, unbowed

His faceless smile the symbol of hunger for mortal treachery

The Storm Mage’s heart was not evil, but broken by jilt

Norsemen… Normans, conquerors without pause

Abandoned their gods for a man on a cross

“Their punishment shall be eternal, forever their blood shall be spilt”

The clouded god raged at the girl’s defiance upon the shore

Innumerable bolts of lightning of purple and white

And deafening thunder echoed through the bight

Lily’s heart raced without fear at the coming of the son of Thor

Arms outstretched, fingers splayed, the Old Gods’ power flowed in

Her champion rose behind the Mage of Storms

Its cloud armor and cyclone blade taking form

Lightning crackling from eyes to hands, Lily levitated with the wind

Her spirit reached out to her champion, their minds became one

In her hand, Lily understood the blade

In its heart, the warrior embraced the crusade

The cyclone sword was raised, girl and warrior moving in unison

Modi turned and faced his enemy, caught not unaware

The god-magic within came in full force

Storm became maelstrom devoid of remorse

This champion shall fall, and I shall lay the girl bare

The onslaught of the Storm Mage was swift and fierce

The Old God’s might was keen and scary

Her champion struggled to shield and parry

She must find an opening and end this supernatural curse

The girl-warrior pulled back the blade, other hand raised

Modi unleashed a lightning attack

Pain seared through arm and back

But the power absorbed went to blade and blazed

The Ages of Valhalla surged through her throbbing veins

Unguarded, the Storm Mage was vulnerable

His defenses now open and penetrable

And cyclone blade pierced clouded flesh, unleashing the rains

Blade found the god’s essence, and stole it into the warrior

The maelstrom of a sudden was quelled

As the Storm Mage was run through and felled

The wrath of the god had found its superior

The victorious champion sent blade through clouded pedestal

And cyclone touched down upon the sea

Modi’s immortal power into water flowed free

Sea and sky were now tranquil and serene, dark and sepulchral

Lily stared confident at her fading champion above

Its arm-crossed form now indistinct

Their essences no longer linked

And bowed as thankful lord to servant with admiration and love

She stared out from the cliffs, the rain light upon her face

No longer will her people need worry

Of the Old God’s jealous might and fury

Of the Lords of Valhalla there remains now but a trace

“Come Lily, ‘tis time for us to be off home!”

Arrived the day before, with her mother

And father, sister, and brother

‘Twas an end to their journey through the kingdom

Her own power now reduced to a peaceful hum

She felt weary, but far from weak

With a smile from cheek to cheek

And said with a laugh, “I’m coming, Mum!”