Branches slowly dip into the sky
Casting fearful shadows to the grass.
Stained by darkness, slowly hue revives
Dancing with the early morning breeze.
Silhouettes of freedom soar above while
Sister Dawn paints upon the landscape.
Lonely creeks surface in the light of animation,
As oaken pillars reveal humble critters.
Glory is awoken, softly rising above teething stone,
He beckons Mother to join him in the clouds.
Mother weeps upon the land she cannot leave,
Bestowing life to fated flora, yet Glory bellows!
Sister Dawn discards her mask and smiles;
Darkness bleeds upon the swollen earth.
Glorious anger cracks the ashen glass
Igniting wrath upon aphotic forests.
Mother pleads for Glory's mercy,
Tears too few to soothe the flames.
Acrid smoke pours from his ire,
Rising to the lonesome domain.
Glory cries, wishing only for her heart,
Acting out of sorrow, he was spiteful.
Sinister clouds depart to hide his shame,
For this love is unachievable.
