Did you see the sky today,
and notice how beautifully 
it holds all the musings together,
or arrange them in the perfect order,
how much time and effort it took to maintain the stability,
so that each thing remains in its proper state and place,
how does it always shows new sides of its own, each day, way different from the previous ones,
though it's the Sky which we always see above our heads but still has a depth, a deeper one, which can never be measured and understand by the little creatures, the Humans, Us?!
A human can see and feel a number of elements, holding different powers, through the sky, called as the lords of the Nature such as the Lightning of anger, Rain of mercy, Moon of harmony, Thunder of fear, Sun of warmth, Rainbow of hope, Strong Winds of strength, etc.
But.....the supreme power, far beyond its reach, is held by the land.
No other element is capable to carry it with that much audacity as the Soil. It is the main creator and hence, the destroyer too.
It is the soil, carrying the burden of balance from forever, and still dealing with it today. 
It is behind giving birth to living races by getting involved with other elements and too consumes the soldier after the battle "of life" has been won.
It is the Soil who summons the greatest known lord, the Supreme power whom no one can stop from doing their job, to take back that one chance given to each born soul after the time or limit expires, Death.
Hence, known to be, "The Soil of Corpses".
 

Hello readers!!!

The paragraph written above simply talks about the various elements of Nature as its Lords. All the things that we see or can feel are govern by the almighty. Nature plays its role as it should be. 

By writing this, using my imagination skills, I tried to frame the powers of Nature as the Knights serving it from the day of their creation.

(A show leading the stories of Knights, Lords, Kings, Queens, etc. triggered me to write something like this, honestly!)

Whenever I watch something or read a fictional novel, I am bound to express myself either through art or writing, and this time, I chose, Writing. Though, in the earlier times, I used to vent those rebellious thoughts out through the medium of art. Every show or novel (or I can say, everything) leaves an imprint of itself over me and then, finding a way to come out through them, becomes a matter of utmost concern and importance otherwise they will haunt me forever.

Indeed, a curse, they spell over me whenever I read them!

Thank you for reading!

~ Newly Risen Sun