The chariot of Ra revved up to cascade tall
and began its circling across the morning bends
Today, birds caw against the approaching snowfalls
A parrot’s siren summoned towards forsaken ends.
Someone save me, growled the helpless elk in the wood,
The birds cawed loud and louder to a stirring roar
Someone save him the birds yelled, but no one could
These woods a silent causeway ne’er travelled before
Copse nymphs snug upon the hollow sycamore stumps
And lady frogs croak longingly towards warty toads
Off lily pads hunting goldfish the water jumps
in the nights be weary for the ghost of Tom Joad.
The fair maidens of open fields caress the glade
Marching upon the sacred ground becoming one
One with her, always her, the pure immortal maid
Freely her children play in Ra’s cascading sun.
And so darkness falls, and calls down the chaos loom
As the lunar lord peers his gleaming head about.
His shining children speak aloud and peer unto gloom
as flowering cacti refused at night to sprout
With wolfing kind peered atop the apex rock in packs
and their mouths salivating for the midnight stalk
The craven prey walks wearily and wipes off their tracks,
as wolfing ladies of the woods don their hunting frocks.
Woodland ilk beg the sun for a droplet of shine
soliciting Dyaus and Zeus for clarity.
A flash of lightning tickles upon their raging pine.
As bands of red and beige yarn roar for verity
As the jungle king struts with his pride before him
Even the lunar lord and his kin succumb to fright.
But like a fairy tale from Jacob and Wilheim Grimm,
The forest ignites, and withers, from evil blight.
A mighty fear dips within the collective soul
And they turn against each other in illusory hate
Frenzy and discord burn bright in the woodland coals
Watchers failed their mission, opening the flood gates
This unknown iniquity crashed with furious waves
And the forest kin became possessed with addiction
Addictions to death and despair, to kill in rage,
to falsify the truth, and squeeze faith with constriction.
The truths to the mighty lion no longer exist
The skies wide and the rain fell an acidic mess
Where so the counterfeit king cowers with broken fists
Thus the air fills with treacherous gusts from Cocytus
And from the watering hole appear the giants of yore
Sinners, falsifiers, panders and traitors roam
Titans and Gods of Pantheons raze earth and war
And Simonists try to pay off the Imps for a home.
When Chaos looms she yearns for production value
And Satan’s legion shall play part in her puppet show
Behind the clouds a hearty laugh from God seems shallow
but killing one another leads to contentious woes.
And when evils comes its spreads it discontenting wings
And dusts us with rage to blacken the purest of hearts
The hounding hordes of hell grunt and begin to sing
as this pure and gracious forest tears itself apart.
Every species, every color of fur, skin and tone
In blood on the door step is Dis, a knock away.
Opened are hearts to darkness and hatred, all alone
Pulled up a chair to Satan’s tale, long it is to stay.
The cowardly lion and the great pack of beasts
None were left on apex rock or the forest mount
And when God sent Death, it was a color-blinded feast
In adversity how the heart reacts is how she counts.
Thusly hatred grew and grew to a grand indulgence
And non-issues were forefront and spun illicitly
Like foul cancers the forest died in repugnance
In the watering hole the devil grinned exquisitely.
And so chaos wins, plucking her strings in emptiness
The days of reckoning were always a bit trodden
And God watched his purest forest fall envious
Reciting once, how this plan is by now forgotten.