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
