A million soldiers

A million soldiers marched the fields of darkness,
The year of scriber’s birth defined a line.
Among them stood the beasts, and gods, and monsters.
Before, their leaders, one, then three, then nine.

The mighty hunter raised his shield and blade,
And wielded winter triad through his might;
The fish of mothers burst upon the shore,
Her wake a spectrum, split from rainbow light.
The king of beasts unleashed his booming roar,
Men screamed and died beneath the prince’s bite.

The hybrid monster, man and beast combined,
Tore down the wolf, and claimed empire’s guard.
The branching serpent reached across the field,
The sum of its destruction hitting hard.
The hunter of the hunter clicked and snapped,
Its waves of venom struck, and burned, and scarred.

The beast of bloody fury shook the earth,
And charged to battle, allies following.
The bard sung triumph, on her strings did play,
In twirling dance, around a hazy ring,
Two brothers pointed t’ward the south in anger,
The Lord transfixed, face wrought in suffering.