Wilderun The Unimaginable Zero Summer
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light
The glory and the freshness of a dream
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may
By night or day
The things which I have seen I now can see no more
Weak for too long to notice the calling
Weak for too long to feel the falling
Days carried on, their touch but an instant
No time to hear my voice in the distance
Reading the pages of life, he summoned the will to rejoice in the dark
Lessons learned from forefathers must surely be enough for a spark
His fist was tightly clenched around the seeds he had amassed
He climbed the trees of strangers, sought the etchings of their past
But in the night, violence dreamt of his mind
And where it opens
Constructing a fortress of knowledge, he left no future in the arms of chance
Avoid any hypocrisy, avoid the failures dance
Useless, his free soul
Ensure control
Black words spewed forth from his head
One for each thought he had saved
Solidifying, rusting forms
They sealed in the cave
Excavation of will from the vaults of the earth
Sunlight burning through his back as his eyes sought dirt
Almost there, a time to be strong
He was almost there, but he waited too long
Every piece, every word to life's song
He had dug, he'd put into place
But the order was wrong
He can never let go
Madness always creeps slow
Breezes of the empty brush past the surface
All the voices wither, the limbs are quiet
Is there time to return to the plot of nothing?
Can the blood now follow the stream into the sea?
A different darkness guides him, no path can be chosen
Forms become a question, he will not know their source
