Am’nor
Amidst the peaks of the mountainous highlands
where storm clouds gather and clash
Aramazd descends, an electric charge creating
a symphony of lightning in the darkened skies
where stars line his cape in celestial halls
from his fingers, worlds breathe with life
deep roots of planets flourish and bloom
singing stories, rich and old, of a guardian
who marks a new year with unbroken spirit
from his fingers, worlds crumble and end
decaying and festering, fading away
haunting whispers remaining of a destroyer
who marks the new year with unbroken spirit
Anger is a might he wields in his great hands
And so, the cycle moves forth with the sun’s rebirth
Meghri Sarkissian
