The Fall and the Rise
by Christian E Townsend
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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One of my personal favorites.
|I once was the king of a beautiful land
Where the birds of paradise sung me songs of rejoice
A land of the beauty of hills of oak
Where I loved and was loved by all
Until I 'wakened one dark day
To a land that was not beautiful
But 'twas a land of grey and horrid sights
A land whereupon even the sun and sky were buried in ash
I am now but a creature, foul and unforgiving
Too dead even for the vultures, and
Too dark even for the crows
A ghost of the land beneath me
Buried deep beneath the ash
I still smell the oaks I once knew
The trees that stood great and tall
The leaves that shaded me from the rest of the world
Past the ruins o' stone and steel
I see a palace of unparalled heights
I dream of my throne
Where I ruled the skies and its clouds
And lo, what mighty skies they once were!
A sun that warmed me and lit up the heavens
Set in the deep blue, embracing sky
Envied by the ocean and the eyes of cherubs
'Twas but an instant they shifted into a storm of scorn
The thunder that shook the earth, and
Showed neither mercy nor compassion
When my land was black and roaring
It was in that storm I was betrayed
I saw the foundations of my castle crumble, and
All my love and all my loved things; stolen
Ripped from me in the midst of my torture
Coming to me as a sheep; but 'twas a wolf!
A thief cloaked by the veil of midnight
A dark midnight whereupon the stars were swallowed by the clouds
A loathsome wolf! to blow down my castle o' stone and steel!
In the blinding of midnight
I felt the dagger o' deceit
Deep down within my chest
Tearing and ripping away at once was
And yea, my eyes got heavy
And yea, I fell down with my castle
Never meant to awaken, nor open my eyes
Nor breathe the breath of a man
But lo! and behold! I have awakened!
And yea, I do breathe!
'Tis the breath of a beast, however
And my eyes are shut to all the beauty I once knew!
No, I do not hear the birds of paradise past my malice
The beauty upon the hills of oak has been reduced to a memory
The skies bring me joy no longer, as they did
For I dwell alone now in the void of my own chest; hating and hated by all..I