Rebirth of an Old Nation

As Erthe's beauty fades

Behind bright, blinding lights

Will I still recall

The smell of the woods,

My home,

The lone and silent elk,

The damp, misty air

The allure of the erthe?

I must posses a mind

Not to be changed by place or time

Not to be poisoned by

The stench of progress

I remember when

I had a brother and a friend

A friend whose struggles

I alone have witnessed

When I saw him there

Crumbling face, empty stare

A great, heaving sigh

I, at last, said good bye

The sky is black with fog

Black with the souls of those who've lost

That fleeting breath which they called life

I step into the mist

Recalling the place she and I lived

Hoping to find some semblance of old joy

But alas her tender spirit

Has gone away at last

For in my most desparate hour

She did not come

No empty blessings

No friendly ghost

To fill me with false hope

Or haunt me with happy dreams

Still I was drunk by the prospect

That she may sit beside me

When my trials were through

I walk along the sand

By the cold, brackish water

"It's hard to remember

The paths we used to take"

It's hard to walk in this thick mud

And I begin to sink.

"Vocant me deus

Numquam ita sentitur

Humana"