::10:30:07::

::: Land of Poets :::

Fire cuts like a blade draws
A dark patch of death
Across once golden fields,
Where nature was a goddess
And the animals knew God
And ate from his kind hand--
Watched his mother water
the land now parched and black,
Where leaves offer no more
Shade to hide from the intense heat,
But it is burning all around
There is nowhere to run
Only the birds can escape,
The smoke chases them too
Up toward the shining heavens
Too bright to see above
This growing darkness expanding
To become the universe,
Of dead matchstick trees
In soft carbon deposits;

Nothing survives here now
In this place beyond the living
That ignites undying curiosity
From which all creatures try to flee,
But nothing moves fast enough
And no being still alive can see,
This fragile existence survives
Despite attempts to understand
And control this miraculous process
That lives in moments of pure fright,
That is the strongest connection
To the beasts instinct to survive,
That illuminates the forest floor
That eats as fast as flames can devour
This grass and dead wood burned
In the belly of a monster,
Still feeding as seeds lie hidden
Underground waiting for the morning rain
And the carcasses to decompose
To reach for the light through ancient tears.

Written by: ~ E-Rock