Present Looks Upon the Past
By Kainen
Winter night air settles to the ground
With winter snow, under feet, it makes a soft crunching sound
Within the blankets of season's hand
The children play without command
Millions of stars fall from Heaven's eyes
To be displayed with crystillian cries
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Up upon the hill within a yester-morrow
A mother howls her forlorn sorrow
Her children lay, covered in death
Throughout the lands that die with each breath
I see it all - I cry so much with her
From my perch with my stars, the land we surround and cover
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A cub below crouches in the dew stained plains
Where above he sees a flock of cranes
A lone figure, a single soul against life's unrelenting twist
My tears, for him, are soft - they spread like mist
They fall and touch the young cub's cheek
Whose broken frame is frail and weak
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Turning face towards the sky
His fate in stone is all but nigh
The cub feels my kiss as I watch above
Pray he does - he has my love