Once above my face the Sun did
weave a joyous spell
And rested calmly upon the backs of
the great stone Giants
Whose stance used bring early night
to bear on these tired eyes of mine.
And the dutiful Moon too, did smile
down
Reassuring me with her presence
Patrolling the dark heavens till the
Dawn would order her away.
Down the wild slopes rode my
children, brimming with life
Their blood ensuring my Youth
forever, or so I thought.
Watching over their shadowy green
lanes, noble cedars and majestic pines
Vigilant watchtowers upholding our
green faith:
Caressed the Bloom's feet I did and
raced the drinker's pace
Precious memories slowly eroded as
now in lonely exile I dwell.
First warning I got, carnage floating
downstream
Severed trunks of trees and their
stricken branches
Finally laid to rest upon the worm
eaten lock gate -
Saw a mass exodus taking place,
whole tribes on the move
Telling of trouble coming and of a
world soon to disappear;
Pagan storms they brewed ominously
overhead, their seed
Did burn my skin and burnt through
the silver scales
Crippling the little fishes who'd bury themselves prematurely in that cold
graveyard depth;
Those blissful birds too, that used eat
out of my hand,
As my countenance grew steadily
more gaunt and pale
They too, did decide to leave, seek
food elsewhere.
And the ailing flower wishing the old
days would return
As my ears they began to pick up a new sound growing louder all the time
Gnawing away like a worm in my
brain, the razor-toothed saw
Singing in the woods his eerie Death
song
Leaving in his wake a grisly trail of
****** and mayhem.
My own days numbered then; I saw
the savage leaders come
With their strange ideals and talk, of
quotas profits and costs:
Who beside me built a Fortress, a
sinister smoking structure -
O! those Dark forces it sent forth to
finish me off
Looting and burning, laying waste my
beautiful Kingdom
My exiled Spirit indeed, all there is now to tell of that terrible cost.
Environmental poem. The stone giants are the mountains around the lake, the children are the streams flowing into the lake, the tribes would refer to animal tribes. Although about a lake it reminds me also of a human soul.