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Versuri The Grave, My Soul
[Music by A. Tompkins and J. De Ron]
In the distance, my falcon flies, circling above
a clearing in the
forest. Suddenly, I hear its cries as it falls to
the ground to its
death. Leaving Destiny, I rush in the direction
of its final cry. I
enter the clearing and stop in sudden horror as I
view an
unnatural spectacle of ancient fallen trees.
This is a fossilised forest, silent and calm,
with no sign of
movement save for the stain of my form. The spell
of age has
woven its evil intent upon this hallowed ground
as beneath the
grey clouds the forest was rent. Moving slowly,
in deliberation
and respect for the dead, I am revulsed by the
scene played out
before me. How these giants have fallen. Their
majesty, their
power, and all that they were are as dust to the
soil and returned
to the earth. I know not why.
I plead with Destiny for an answer as she arrives
and she explains
it thus; It pays tribute to the accursed rains
for of all that was,
little remains. These grey flowers you see are
but a poor
reflection of what's left of humanity. They spoke
the laws of old
yet chose to disoblige the Ancient, holding such
decrees in
contempt by their works. The bane of mankind is
that all that he
is until the day that he dies is a pawn that's
expected to live by the
lies of tradition. The human condition, it seems,
is to reduce all to
tradition.
I wander amongst the fallen trunks as though
drawn, and find my
fallen friend, my falcon forlorn. Lifeless, I
hold his body hoping in
some way he's free. Whilst clutching him, I
notice something, now
what can this be?
Embedded in chalcedony within an aged oak is the
semblance of
an ancient warrior sword. To suggest that this
had aught to do
with the legend was a dream but to ignore the
possibility I could
not afford. I grabbed a nearby rock and began to
smash away
the quartz as crystal shards, they flew and cut
into my flesh. The
golden sword hilt exposed, I pulled with all my
might as it was
loosed at last from its chalcedonic grave. And I
held the sword
aloft for all the land to see and I was filled
with power beyond my
darkest dreams.
Destiny, with a smile, approaches saying, The
Garensword holds
the power to bequeath life as well as death as I
watch my falcon
take wing to wind and soar high above the forest
once again.
Following the bird, leaving the clearing behind
us, we enter into
the forest and instantly I am startled. The sword
has affected my
sight, enabled me to see things which I have
never noticed before.
There are thousands of graves amongst the trees;
a cemetery for
the living. Headstones with no names, overrun
with wild grey
flowers.
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