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1 Green leaves were gilded by the waning day
   The Titan falling from his crimson spire
   The road seemed strange, I couldn’t see the way
   Dim whispers in the air: ”You’ll taste my ire.
   You will find your self aflame in a pyre.”
   The trees around murmured, branches all scythes:
   ”Be this your last wind and for you to tire.
   See him all weary, see him as he writhes?”
   Trees all over enclosing, barren of light’s blithes.

2 Then I saw a light of bright white colour
   It became many as my mind grew grim.
   I watched them float having lost my valor,
   Heard high voices flying, singing their hymn
   Moving so swiftly, taken by a whim.
   I tried to flank the source of light and flee,
   My head being hazed, my faint light falling dim.
   What be this night, what are these beings I see?
   Are these lights my pestilence, a sanction to me?

3 The air grew heavy with sound’s gleeful paint
   I could see colourful sparks beneath clouds
   Darkened night sky, all the stars fallen faint
   Feeling wond’rous dolours wrapped in your shrouds
   Your memories coming to me in crowds.
   A choir singing, escaping from my wounds
   That swell swirl of colourful silent louds,
   This fanfare of stark monotonous sounds!
   From afar I could hear the moaning of the mounds

4 Spark came to me and said ’twas a fairie
   A revenant from the days of old passion
   My eyes too dark and my heart too dreary
   And my soul devoid of life’s compassion
   The faeries around falling down ashen.
   In frail twilight there were dreams to borrow
   Things the Titan couldn’t start to ration:
   Such swirling pillars of scarlet sorrow,
   Your primrose sunrise waking to see tomorrow!

Speksi the Beginning

Broken Hearts and Broken Policies