A Barren Hill

Barren is this old forsaken hill

With the wind to be oh, so still

Life: to be none of in your sight

Crickets: not to break the quiet night

Nary a wolf to scorn the baleful moon

Nor a snake to bask lazily at noon

The grass, oh, ‘tis not spry

The bobcats, they will never cry

The sky, the clouds, they’re always grey

Not a squirrel to ever play

Ringing sharply are your ears

Stinging, as if ‘twere wooden spears

The Silence, ‘tis the sound of death

Always he who killed the breath

The Silence, ‘tis of ages old

The Silence, to make the land so cold

Left to rot by the Wise Men of old,

Oh, but you grow so bold!

To ignore all you have been told

Dare you throw away your fear?

And as for the Silence, will it ever hear?

And to the Silence, will you show?

And from the Silence, will you know?

“Oh, truly, what are the likes of you?”

“Why, I am the same as you.”

“But are you of the likes of him?”

“The hero, to his brother, to his wretched kin.”

“Oh, but are you not also the likes of her?”

“Alas, but I can only concur.”

“But what of all the heavenly bodies?”

“The resemblance is great, none too shoddy.”

“Yet are you not a single thing?”

“Well, surely I am of something.”

“Oh, but you are just silence,

All alone in this fortress!”

“Lies, oh, lies, you say but lies!

For still yet, I have the greenest of grass!”

“‘Tis only a warm memory of the past.”

“Oh, but still I have the gentlest of wind!”

“Lo! For it’s last breath has been spent.”

“Yea but feel here the warming sun!”

“No! ‘Tis gone, just like the drunkard’s rum!”

“But I yet possess the beasts and the critters!”

“Yet here, only dead bones litter.”

“Oh, alas! For I have just the loneliness!”

“Of which you’ve brought to a great finesse.

“All spoken, I offer to bring you life.”

“And to them I’ll give nary a strife!”

“And do you promise to keep it well?”

“This gift, surely never to dispel.”

“And so, it is time to bid farewell.”

“Well, Hero, please stay well!”

And so, you bring forth life

As is meant to always last

And so, you bring forth grass,

As is meant to spread so vast

And so, you bring forth wind,

As is meant to be so loud

And so, you bring forth the sun,

As is meant to be so proud

And so, you bring forth beasts,

As are meant to be so diverse

And so, you banish the loneliness

Which much now away traverse

The Silence

The Void

As one to be

For all to see

As is one, as is so

As for you, not yet to know

At least not now, at any rate

For you have surely sealed your fate

“Hark! For I’ve brought forth to you the grass!”

“And I shall plant it by the mass!”

“And I’ve brought forth to you the wind!”

“And the gentlest breeze, it shall send!”

“Here, I’ve brought forth to you the sun!”

“Oh, yet this gloom, it shall so shun!”

“And now, I’ve brought forth to you the critters!”

“Oh, please, oh, please, send them hither!”

And so, the sun buds open a rose

And so, the green grass grows

And so, the wind breathes forth a gentle sigh

And so, the critters play under the azure sky

Lively is this old new hill

With the wind to be not so still

Life, to be much of in your sight

Crickets, all to break the night

Many a wolf to howl at the moon

And proudly bask, do the snakes at noon

The grass, oh, ‘tis so spry!

The bobcats, from joy they cry!

The sky, the clouds: such a fine display

Now for all the squirrels to play

Lingering, wont are your ears

Singing, as ‘twere golden lyres!

The Harmony, for ‘tis the sound of breath

Always he who saved from death

The Harmony, ‘tis so freshly new

The Harmony, to make the land not crude

“My, oh, my! ‘Tis such a sight!

Oh, surely, this be your might?”

“Ha! Why, this is only the beginning!

For your head shall soon be spinning!”

“Oh, whatever do you mean?”

“Lo! For this fabric shall be torn by the seams!

“Hark! Oh, hark! Oh, hark!”

“Yes, why all this bark?”

“Here, so am I the Harmony!

Of all, shall I send to purgatory!

For as well, am I, the Void

This here my biggest of ploys!”

And so, the sun swallows all those opposed

And so, the grass burns all those exposed

And so, the wind sends all awry

And so, the critters melt in the flames so high

Alas, alas, ‘tis so the Void

Alas, alas, ‘tis so devoid

The crickets’ songs now turned to screams

The wolves’ blood now flows in streams

The bobcats’ tears now burning blood

The squirrels’ skin a molten flood

The toads’ throats now turned to stone

The birds’ feathers now crisp cocoons

The bees’ bodies now fit to burst

The beasts overtaken by deadly thirst

Alas, alas, ‘tis so the Void

Alas, alas, ‘tis so devoid

The sun implodes, a nova so great a sight

The wind rips apart the vast Earth’s might

The screams tear the heavens to shreds

The blood kills that from which it bled

Alas, alas, ‘tis so the Void

Alas, alas, ‘tis so devoid

All that exists: sucked into the Void

All pondering minds: seized by the Void

All once paradise: destroyed by the Void

All that was chaos: now peace by the Void

Alas, alas, ‘tis so the Void

Alas, alas, ‘tis so devoid

In the Void, all is calm

In the Void, no pleasure or qualm

In the Void, never a ship to sail

In the Void, no minds to wail

Alas, alas, ‘tis so the Void

Alas, alas, ‘tis so devoid