Sky in burnt brown our raft blasted ashore,
Its self never to great waves adore.
In this vicious night we stumble forth,
Snakes and great beasts our path is now fraught.
Now Death is nearer than anyone I know.
Leaves with blood jaws resist our every mow,
Leaving us the knowledge we aren’t welcome.
Not looking back, through thicket we must go.
Funny things happened time again.
“Why, the fierce tigers are really tame!”
“What, the dreadful leaves actually taste like milk?”
Fortune truly treats us her whelps.
Game golden and glorious yoked us hunting onwards,
Seductive Desire told us prideful words
Spinning legends of future bliss.
Giving nothing yet all of us then felt nothing amiss.
She honey found and retired,
They castles built by lakes tranquil quiet.
Though many of us are hapless and found none these things,
Solace in bitterness brings.
Then comrade faithful, envious foe now,
Enmity’s killed our golden vow
Amity, it had though no funeral.
Total war cries march on forgetting the nominal.
Once a pack as forest wolves,
Reluctant rouges trumping flaming lava slitherers,
Reveling in painful pranks, sharing in unfair barter,
Ostensibly fighting we now falter.
Waters of sea a lost memory beckons the weak of us,
As their ill plight dreams the past
And illusory content from excitement.
Wish fairies tempt these men like they used to tempt us then.
Then finally the other Water approaches
Crumble forward, friends, a salty wind encroaches!
Chains bind some as wings adorn others…
The mighty Exodus blows to ashes.
