Prologue
The Holy Eyes (a hymn)
The World we know has not long left,
Its dying song drawing near,
The beauty of sweet natural life
Has naught but gone from here.
The Wicked Ones whose time is now,
Who cause this World to die,
Their hideous empire reaching far
And long and wide and high,
Their men bring ugly glass and stone
And raze the woods with fire,
And bind the ragged wasteland
In hateful chains of iron.
They burn their filthy human waste To ash and smoke and smog,
And cause the bounteous forests
To choke in reeking fog.
But soon the Holy Eye shall come
To save this blameless World,
We soon shall see the gentle trees,
Their emerald leaves unfurled.
No more a thousand thousand years
Of man's deceitful reign,
No more the Earth shall writhe and scream
And shriek and howl in pain.
The Wicked Times are dwindling,
The Holy Eyes approach,
To cast the loathesome Wicked Ones
From the planet they encroach.
The distant stars are beckoning
Through clouds of filth and flies,
Look upon us, humankind,
The Holy Eyes arise.
Kay, guys, this is my first attempt a a poem; read it like a song. I know it's weak, unsubtle poetry but that kinda ties in with the story. Hymns as a rule aren't overly subtle.
The whole story isn't gonna be like this; this is just to add to the mystery. I'm gonna cut in on something totally different, heh.
The idea for starting with a poem/song came from Margaret Atwood's "The Year of The Flood", although obviously I wrote the song, and for the story, I've used an idea on "Important-Please Read 2", the idea submitted by... well, you'll have to see, won't you?
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