Delivered from fright

Lily pads moving, without a noise,
arrowheads frozen, suddenly poised.
ghosts in the wood, suddenly screaming,
voices in my head are certainly reeling.

surreal in the light of ungodly hours,
where the fruit of our labors, quietly sour.
until there a shadow of what they used to be,
their greatness resides in our memory.

i can feel the water on my skin,
hear your voice over the years, stretched so thin.
stripping the mountains to their haggard peaks,
moisture less tears fall on my cheeks.

and suddenly, the truth comes to light,
as quickly as it jumps out of sight.
just one glimpse gives me ominous power,
i shall finally come down, out of my tower.

over this land, i shall tyrannize,
until all of my land shall recognize.
until dark turns to light,
and day turns to night,
and all of my beings, delivered from fright.