The croaking of giant toads
Echoes in the renewed darkness
My metal salvation dimly glowing in the light of luminescent mushrooms
And though I may cover my eyes,
Their high-pitched screams still echo
Flames dancing atop their heads;
Flaring wildly as yellow hands swung about.
My servants
My helpers
My friends
I'm sorry
No amount of resurgent seeds can repay
The price you paid for me.
Forgive me, dear friends
My shrill calls were not enough to save you from the blaze
The ground belched fountains of fire
While wet, slimy toads assaulted from the air
And I wasn't there to save you
How long did you suffer in that hole?
Bearing the means for my escape through that dark, hot and cold hell
Until you could bear it no longer.
Forgive me, my little children
I never pulled with you; always from aloft I watched
Or left you alone to do my work
You who became candles
You who never complained
You who gave your all to me
Thank you
