Gaia - Autumn'06 Crit Run
Created | Updated Jan 24, 2007
The sun cries out,
Rains burning tears
To the landscape below.
The landscape screams,
Now pains the ears
As it burns to the ground.
I can see it
And all my fears
Converge upon my mind.
The thunder rolls,
And lightning sears
No refuge to be found.
I cry out “Life!”
But no one hears
For I am not their own.
I fall slowly
While the world sneers,
No hope to grasp at now.
I look around,
I am alone –
High on vacant spire.
The crows circle,
Caws crushing bone
As I see them descend.
I hear a voice,
A cackling crone
“You should know your own time.”
“Help me!” I choke,
She only laughs,
A harshly grating sound.
“Free me!” I scream,
“From my seared past.
Mother of all, save me!”
“All,” she chuckles,
“Have different Paths,
Some never return home.”
A crow, he lands
Right on my chest.
He looks me in the eye.
I writhe and shriek,
I do my best
To push him far from me.
But I’m so tired,
I must rest.
The woman is laughing.
Rains burning tears
To the landscape below.
The landscape screams,
Now pains the ears
As it burns to the ground.
I can see it
And all my fears
Converge upon my mind.
The thunder rolls,
And lightning sears
No refuge to be found.
I cry out “Life!”
But no one hears
For I am not their own.
I fall slowly
While the world sneers,
No hope to grasp at now.
I look around,
I am alone –
High on vacant spire.
The crows circle,
Caws crushing bone
As I see them descend.
I hear a voice,
A cackling crone
“You should know your own time.”
“Help me!” I choke,
She only laughs,
A harshly grating sound.
“Free me!” I scream,
“From my seared past.
Mother of all, save me!”
“All,” she chuckles,
“Have different Paths,
Some never return home.”
A crow, he lands
Right on my chest.
He looks me in the eye.
I writhe and shriek,
I do my best
To push him far from me.
But I’m so tired,
I must rest.
The woman is laughing.
