Serpents in night

rest heavy heads upon trees

of the Wild Forest that entombs

the Giants of old; mythical

murmurs and the quietest note,

of a tone of ancient melodies;

they all fall deaf upon

the ears of mortals, as they

trek blindly through sacred grounds

once only touched by gods,

but now soiled by impurity;

Where will the vengeance come from

and how will it happen?

Shall the eagle rain down

upon hapless men, the thunder

and anger of the heavens,

to drown out the hand that

was raised against it,

with a backdrop of cloud

and of grey smoke and blood.