Thursday, July 12, 2007

The Awakening


Hidden deep in the earth
imprisoned in the crystal cell
the Awakend ones listen
foul crushing sound
orc-man cuts and snaps
his distorted face
the last solid pine
to fall.

Wary would be mankind
if he knew the fate that awaits him
crushing stones on sandy earth
the last solid pine
to fall.

Pieces of tin in his orc shaped hands
grubbing in toxic pools for more
that is not gold
worthless greed brings man to his knees
grubbing for distorted
and mis-shapen nickel tin
in his hands
that is not even gold.

Wary would be mankind
if he knew the fate that awaits him
crushing stones on sandy earth
the last solid pine
to fall.

They come from dark lands
to cut and grub for their beggars wage
and there they will return
as their cries turn to despair
hopeless tin eyes
and tin ears
nickel plated hearts
no one hears their cries
the last solid pine to fall.

Wary would be mankind
if he knew the fate that awaits him
crushing stones on sandy earth
the last solid pine
to fall.

'We did not know!' They cried

But for the last solid pine
no one hears their tin drum
tears turned to rust
their fate bound to the crushing weight
the last solid pine to fall.

Deep beneath the earth they waited
long lost shadows of souls listening
waiting, brooding, tears long dry
above they hear
the tall giants fall
memories of long ago
faltering, they waited
long to be imprisoned in the cell
deep within the earth
waiting for
the last solid pine to fall.

Darkened minds and darkened hearts
hidden deeper than the roots of the trees
feeling every sharp blade
the crushing of every root
sacred land unprotected by the brood
agony for every tree and the changing land
sharp cut into the heart
with every blade of falling wood
in sacred lands

The elves watch and wait
trying not to hate
the tin plated rusted flesh
turning to dust
in empty sockets with a saw edged blade.

'We did not know!' They cried.

Wary would be mankind
if he knew the fate that awaits him
crushing stones on sandy earth
the last solid pine
to fall.

The hunted elf child
hidden by the trees
surrounded by the wood elves
with long bows of magic yew
the nickel plated slaves dare not leave the path
beneath the earth
the Awakened ones hear the call
the last solid pine to fall.

Wary would be mankind
if he knew the fate that awaits him
crushing stones on sandy earth
the last solid pine
to fall.

The fate of man
Odin's wood to call
the ears of metal
tin nickel sounds for the future
every branch and every leaf
falling tears of man unheard
the last solid pine and the fate of men
no one hears their last cries
no one sees them depart.

Dark as the night
bright as a star
the Awakened ones return
the sound of falling giants in their ears
and in their hearts
called from their crystal cell
men to be
heavy with the tears of wood
on sacred lands
the children of the deep
turn day to night and night to day.

Wary would be mankind
if he knew the fate that awaits him
crushing stones on sandy earth
the last solid pine
to fall.

Long have they waited
crystal stars call for their return
man cowering in stone caves
cannot escape their bright soul
a new child walks the earth
the last solid pine
to fall.

Wary would be mankind
if he knew the fate that awaits him
crushing stones on sandy earth
the last solid pine
to fall.

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