1 Green leaves were gilded by the waning day
The Titan falling from his crimson spire
The road seemed strange, I couldn’t see the way
Dim whispers in the air: ”You’ll taste my ire.
You will find your self aflame in a pyre.”
The trees around murmured, branches all scythes:
”Be this your last wind and for you to tire.
See him all weary, see him as he writhes?”
Trees all over enclosing, barren of light’s blithes.
2 Then I saw a light of bright white colour
It became many as my mind grew grim.
I watched them float having lost my valor,
Heard high voices flying, singing their hymn
Moving so swiftly, taken by a whim.
I tried to flank the source of light and flee,
My head being hazed, my faint light falling dim.
What be this night, what are these beings I see?
Are these lights my pestilence, a sanction to me?
3 The air grew heavy with sound’s gleeful paint
I could see colourful sparks beneath clouds
Darkened night sky, all the stars fallen faint
Feeling wond’rous dolours wrapped in your shrouds
Your memories coming to me in crowds.
A choir singing, escaping from my wounds
That swell swirl of colourful silent louds,
This fanfare of stark monotonous sounds!
From afar I could hear the moaning of the mounds
4 Spark came to me and said ’twas a fairie
A revenant from the days of old passion
My eyes too dark and my heart too dreary
And my soul devoid of life’s compassion
The faeries around falling down ashen.
In frail twilight there were dreams to borrow
Things the Titan couldn’t start to ration:
Such swirling pillars of scarlet sorrow,
Your primrose sunrise waking to see tomorrow!
