Immortalizer

Then, the shout was heard

“Quick, bring me forth

The immortalizer, the one.

For the night tree

Has finally given birth

To the real moon

Beneath the iron moulded sky”

And after a great silence

Covered the previous noisy oasis

As a pick-pocket bereft

The gift of sound from the world.

Then, the shout was heard again

“Quick you fools and unworthy

Servants of men.

 Bring forth the one

Who can stop time, it is his time.

To blow immortality into

This dying flesh,

For the night tree

Finally has resurrected light,

And after,

A great silence was spread again

As if a frozen wind

Took over the tongues of humans

And subordinated nature

Amputating all from the privilege

Of sound and whisper.

Then, for the third time

The shout was heard:

“Quick, or I will curse you,

The moon has started withering,

It is bright, yet short its’ life is,

The night tree is on fire by

The flame of the enlightened ball.

Send me the immortalizer

Or else the next one million years will be submitted

Into darkness and pain.”

And after,

Not much after a century’s time

An unborn kid emerged

Of the dirty oasis water

And thus it had spoken

Violating the silence:

“Dear Lord,

Don’t you know that

The immortalizer, mortal himself,

Was deceased

Choked by a hope

That sprung within his neck

Guiding him to immortalize

His pitiful self.

Now he is laying cold and still

Below the night tree.”

Thus, the child had spoken.

And after,

There was silence

For a million years. 

Tacloban- Philippines

13.07.14