The Unimaginable Zero Summer - Wilderun

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream

The earth, and every common sight

To me did seem

Apparelled in celestial light

The glory and the freshness of a dream

It is not now as it hath been of yore;—

Turn wheresoe’er I may

By night or day

The things which I have seen I now can see no more

Weak for too long to notice the calling

Weak for too long to feel the falling

Days carried on, their touch but an instant

No time to hear my voice in the distance

Reading the pages of life, he summoned the will to rejoice in the dark

Lessons learned from forefathers must surely be enough for a spark

His fist was tightly clenched around the seeds he had amassed

He climbed the trees of strangers, sought the etchings of their past

But in the night, violence dreamt of his mind

And where it opens

Constructing a fortress of knowledge, he left no future in the arms of chance

Avoid any hypocrisy, avoid the failures dance

Useless, his free soul

Ensure control

Black words spewed forth from his head

One for each thought he had saved

Solidifying, rusting forms

They sealed in the cave

Excavation of will from the vaults of the earth

Sunlight burning through his back as his eyes sought dirt

Almost there, a time to be strong

He was almost there, but he waited too long

Every piece, every word to life’s song

He had dug, he’d put into place

But the order was wrong

He can never let go

Madness always creeps slow

Breezes of the empty brush past the surface

All the voices wither, the limbs are quiet

Is there time to return to the plot of nothing?

Can the blood now follow the stream into the sea?

A different darkness guides him, no path can be chosen

Forms become a question, he will not know their source