A Hymn for Soil and Sky
Without that sound, without that which we seek. Soil calls us home, for the stars no longer shine. A call that we cannot be remise, a mirage to keep us alive. Yet, as these blood red skies seep from your veins, we know. The skies dim in your eyes, each light gone from this world. A body that refuses to rot, a denial of victory to the hands of wrath.
So this soil calls us home, for the stars no longer shine. We too know these err wrote chains, for we buried them long ago. We knew naught yet the magnitude of this, as your skies cooled in our hands. But, we cannot... We cannot call out to you, your song on soundless ears. That sky that dripped from your neck, falling into worlds that we could never hold. Never again to know the boundlessness that you built for us.
So this soil calls us home, for the stars no longer shine. Dare not we look away, a phantom to pass from this world. A curse cast on our hearts, the vile laughter that filled the skies in your place. A Victor reaping the fields of glory, at the expense of the rest of us all. Don't look away from the truth as the skies fell from our eyes, an evitability. We could not stay there, we wouldn't be allowed to feel the weight of it.
Worlds to splash against your skin, even in silence you felt the weight of the setting skies. The gravity of you in our arms, a distant memory as we lost you. Even now, we struggle to remember the love you gave us. So quickly were we ripped away, like flesh from bone, a wrongness. Our ears filled with silence, deafening where your voice used to dance in the mind of the worlds you had made.
We feel that loss, yet no longer remember the cause. What caused this pain? What was this? We look to our new dawning sun, yet new to what we ask in unison. New to us, or this world? Does it matter? Do we matter? Do we know what matters? Yet we feel that loss, as the skies rained from our eyes, as the soil called the skies below.
But, I remember. A cruel fate to made be to forget. I see now that this dawning sun burns away our skies. I see now that sky that dripped from her neck, I see now that I wasn't given the chance to mourn. The only place we have left to go. I remember you, Mother.
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Vilorlith
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