Rebirth Of An Old Nation by Xanthochroid
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
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