The Ballad of Chaos

The Ballad of Chaos

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The Book

When Lucifer Morningstar, the prince of angels, is cast out from heaven for no apparent reason, his heart grows cold with anger and revenge; and he leads the Horsemen of Apocalypse in a war against The Creator. However, upon winning the war he realizes that he was only a pawn in the grand design of The Ancients. He and his brethren, accompanied by Lilith, now must embark on a long and arduous journey to unlock the secrets of creation and bring an end to the unending cycle of Fate.

The Ballad of Chaos is a tale reaching from the creation of humans to the end of days, weaving in and out of known legends and theologies from across the world, this is an eclectic piece of epic fantasy fiction which derives from sources like the Bhagvad Geeta, the Kalki Puran, the Egyptian Manuscripts, Homer’s Odyssey and the Bible.

This is a story of sacrifices and second chances; the humans’ fall from power and the beginnings of the first Satyug.


Sample Chapters

Click here to download the first two chapters of Part 1 of The Ballad of Chaos


The Media

Covers, Paintings, Title Sketches and Wallpapers. Click any image to view the gallery.


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The Poetry

The Son of Night and Chaos

When would it end, the age of chaos?
Its rattle as deathly as any

The Son of Night and Chaos, I was
Hurled into the abyss of agony

By selling my world to Satan?
Or bleeding yours with my blood?

Sempiternal was my fall
And reborn I was from mud

The blade was cold, its pain
Was like a sea of red

What you robbed when I lived
I shall reclaim when you’re dead

Grinding your name, I found myself
Lost in this soul-less flood

What you lost in my tears
I shall earn in your Blood

Undead, as I found myself
A lust for pain consumed me

In this orgasm of vengeance
From death I shall be free

A son of night and chaos, I was
The Son of Night and Chaos

The Slave of Chaos

The slave of night and chaos
A spoke in the wheel of time

Scourge of Heaven, a prince exiled
Cursed Sempiternal, his home defiled

Brother of his father, an evil herder
Guilty as sin, of sibling’s murder

Sister of his father, an ancient disavower
Frailty her sin, Calamity her power

His brethren, lost and aggrey
Puppets of destiny, led astray

A slave of night and chaos, failure his gross
Burns with vengeance, nailed to a cross

Salvation to his tale tragic
The last firstborn of magic

A power, unchecked, unleashed
A whore astride a ravening beast

Frailty against frailty, the gamble of God’s last son
So dark, oh so dark, the con of a woman

The Farmer of Perdition

The son of night and chaos, father of disruption
Emerges, a wooer of anguish
The farmer of perdition

Marches to the worlds above and beyond
To lay waste day and order
To end his bond

In his wake destruction will precede
The bacteria on surface
They shall bleed

They shall turn to madness, struck by blasphemy
As the Creator reveals
His sadistic epiphany

Realization will dawn, when it leaves your body
A wisp of consciousness, shimmering blue
Bow down to death as it becomes you

All that exists is cheap dribble
Promises of old, prayers written in gold
Kindergarten scribble

Violated and slain, history reaches its appendix
As the farmer of perdition-
Reveals his identity

Six, Six, Six

The Last Avatar

Enshrouded within beautiful darkness,
An assassin by right
Claimed order within chaos,
A creature of the night

Stole the wings of Hermes,
To take my final flight
But your stars threw down their spears,
And I could not abandon your plight.

Was that the ultimate crime,
For which you made me such?
I was only a man
A man who knew too much.

Amidst the musings of Fate,
Had you proved you had a heart
Extended your hand,
I would have played my part

But you shattered me into a million pieces,
Which they carried off in a cheap cart
Like I had come to this world,
Alone, I now must depart.

I rebuilt myself in stone, heartless,
And shall always remember who made me such
For I am only a man
A man who once cared too much.


Fated was that locked moment
When fate momentarily locked us
In this grief-stricken song, never to be free

Ended the days of man
And manned the days of end
Conquerors we raised, and parted the sea

Fated for an eternity in infinity
Eternal pawns of the fateful infinite
While the eternally infinite fate
Watched with glee

A piece of tumbling heaven
Tumbling from heaven and falling
In the carte of the grand meal, I was just a pea

Chaos within order
And order within chaos
From naught I shall create, because now I see



Thus I depart, said the sad white lark,
Dark turns to light, light to dark.

Hush O’ albatross, hear the tide,
Pain my mistress, death my bride.

Gone my last breath, wrinkled my heart,
Three white carriages, one black cart.

Flushed from my home, a wondrous cove,
Bound to your darkness, by my love.

Stench of the dead, anger of the lost,
I part with a gift, valued most.

An age of light, of truth, of bliss,
Embrace my legacy, an age of peace.