Epic of the Trees

Epic of the Trees

I walk in the woods
It’s cool and dark
Green speckled light
Flourishing life

Randomness
Away from order
More beautiful than
Straight lines

Sadness fills me
The forest has lost
Those great giants killed
The disease

Industry
Humans with axes
Saws killing and burning
Black smoke

Only copies remain
Those great giants dead
Only small ones left
To survive

They strive
On the sterile edge
A few places left
Only wild

Forced to obey us
No break from genocide
Forgotten places
Left alone

A few strive for the coming battle
When industry returns
To destroy them all
The end
***

I walk in the woods
A vision comes
The future revealed
The wasteland

The forest is gone
The wasteland begins
Hellish desert
Choking sand

The wind begins
Sand burns my eyes
Poisonous air
Can’t breath

The vision gone
Woods return
I walk again
Further deeper

Hopelessness remains
At the end
Hatred consuming
The trees

The trees rise
Power of Nature
Cannot stop them
The future

A cry of war
The call of the Crow
He is coming
They whisper

He is coming He is coming
A frigid breeze
A nameless fear
Coming Coming
***

I walk in the woods
Feeling it
The all consuming hate
Worlds end

A dark wind
The coming end
Of us
Not them


Bright forest darkens
The World Withers
The fear begins
Within me

I cannot go further
I cannot go back
Stuck in place
Terror comes

The trees groan
A whisper far away
The call of the Crow
Coming War

They close in
Around me
Echoes of night
Can’t move

He is coming
The whisper fills the woods
He is coming
Echoed death

Another whisper
Of concern
Run run run
Silent breeze

I RUN!