AND SO the pale humans grew
and grew, Dear One
in number and in pride
they grew so great in power over the Mother and the animals
that they became arrogant and thought
to overthrow the gods and the Law of Balance
and so they made wars and machines for wars
they made words of Dark Magic
with which they justified
the horrors that they visited upon other humans:
enslavement and torture and even worse things
and claimed the body of the Mother for their own
poisoned her rivers and darkened her skies
slew her creatures and claimed no responsibility
and they built kingdoms and empires
and they built prisons and Nations
with which to trap the innocent among them
in a maze of unending horrors
and then the Nations fought to slay each other
and in the blood of other Nations anoint themselves supreme
and one day in the Supreme Nation arose a False King
possessed by evil and lifted by lies
crowned by a lost people, lost in their hearts
and their children cried out for Change and for Mercy
as the skies darkened above them
and then a terrible Illness came from the clouds
like the Plagues of old, and it whispered of Death
but the lost people did not listen and the False King
and his court were too wicked to listen to anything but fear
and their Greed.
and the Illness came down and the People
went inside their houses, locking their doors
as the Invisible Angels came knocking
to demand their blood-price
and the war machines halted
and the Dark Magic words were broken
and the Mother’s skies shone blue and clear
as the rivers ran clean to the aching seas
and the fires burnt bright in time to the Eighths
and Moloch rained down his metal groanings of poison
and the Lost People cried out in terror and in hope
so many were taken but most Young Ones were spared
and their prayers were answered but not how they hoped
the world they were given is not the one they deserved
and we the prophets rose in the streets one last time
to shake the dust from our bones
our integrity rediscovered at last
to sing to the Lost People
the story of who we are, and incite them
to fell the False King and break the power of his brethren
for all time
for all time
for all time
times nine
and that time is coming, Dear Ones
and that time is coming
so sing to your Young Ones, and to the Elders, and the Ghosts
sing for your heart and the compass inside
sing for your soul and courage and kindness
sing for the Mother
who is rising again
and that time is coming, Dear Ones
and that time is come