paradoxy

Song of the Faerie

There was a fearie maidin come,
From the mountain high~
She stooped don be a gleaming mere
As the sun swooped down to die.

As the moon spilled silver down upon
This enchanting lass,
A fell shade hid he gentle light,
Clouding the sacred glass.

The maiden saw a mushroom flame
Shine forth in the night,
It spread its fire o're all the world,
While man hid his face in fright.

The glow receded, man was gone;
Vanished from the earth~
Sweeping all of nature into death
With no hope of rebirth..

The vision blurred, and sank away:
The girl wept with pain~
Her heart was pierced through by the thought
That life would never rise again...

She cried aloud th mother earth,
To the moon she called...
What could she do to break this curse?
'Could this fate be eased at all?

"The task is hard", whispered the moon,
The earth echoed her fear.
"If you would save man from himself,
You wil have to make him hear".

"Go tell him of the death that comes,
Cresting on the wake,
Of his proud grasping, and perhaps,
His voilent lust will slake"

The faerie left her peaceful world,
Seeking that of man~
To tell him of the awful fire
That would blossom from his hand.

The faerie sings, man listenes not...
Will you heed her call?
Stop playing with the fires of death
E're your playthings burn us all...