Spoiler
Something I wrote very early in the morning in the style of the early lyrics of Varg Vikernes. I won't tell you what its meaning is since it will be evident to some. NOTE:The only changes that will be made to this are ones in punctuation. No changes to the content of the poem will be made; it was written this way, with many parts being intentional, and it will not change.
Through the mist that surrounds the mountains,
A spirit stirrs; a spirit as old as time.
She was once the sheperd of minds, the controller of man's evils.
Who was once the love of all alive, but it is now no more.
A tear falls from the eye of the spirit,
As she looks upon her world.
Destroyed and blinded we carry on like fools,
Oblivious to the power and meaning of the spirit.
Now the tear falls to the ground,
And strikes upon the soil.
But from this tear a seed is born.
And it grows into a tree on the side of the mountain.
Below the mountain the people look up,
Caught by the tree and the weeping spirit.
For a moment they stand, yet many soon turn,
Brought to fear by the lashes of leaders.
But some defy and we run for the mountain,
Back into the forests from where we were taken, so long ago.
And run up the mountain to the tree and the spirit,
And we fall on our knees at the wonder of the sight.
And then the spirit smiles;
Perhaps there is hope.
Perhaps.
A spirit stirrs; a spirit as old as time.
She was once the sheperd of minds, the controller of man's evils.
Who was once the love of all alive, but it is now no more.
A tear falls from the eye of the spirit,
As she looks upon her world.
Destroyed and blinded we carry on like fools,
Oblivious to the power and meaning of the spirit.
Now the tear falls to the ground,
And strikes upon the soil.
But from this tear a seed is born.
And it grows into a tree on the side of the mountain.
Below the mountain the people look up,
Caught by the tree and the weeping spirit.
For a moment they stand, yet many soon turn,
Brought to fear by the lashes of leaders.
But some defy and we run for the mountain,
Back into the forests from where we were taken, so long ago.
And run up the mountain to the tree and the spirit,
And we fall on our knees at the wonder of the sight.
And then the spirit smiles;
Perhaps there is hope.
Perhaps.
