In dreamtime, an ancient valley glows
when it slipped from this realm, no one knows
The mortal hand of man over shadowed all
and through the veil the valley did fall
Guardians of the land prayed long
and raised to the gods, a grieving song
Through the trees, the ghost fires burned
and along living spirals desparate souls turned.
As the Will of man and iron ravaged the land
Fur'd, feather'd and fae, died by man's uncaring hand
The bones of great trees gleamed white all around
while nests and hidden grotto's lay open to the ground.
The water ran thick with mud and pain
and quickly the valleys life began to wane
The sins of man had won the fight
and so the valley slipped silently into the light
There now exists, beyound the pale - another lost place
one that once held Life's blessed and sacred space
Where now ghosts of the land seek solace and care
until the last release, when man believes it was never even there. R.Phx |
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