The aspens are quaking.
My hands, they are shaking.
My forehead is sweaty and wan.
The Sun’s in a haze.
The months are now days.
Moonlight is dim, and now, gone.
The forests are crying.
The oceans are dying.
The heavens are laden with tears.
A woman is weeping.
A man is out reaping.
And Hell’s overflowing with fears.
And so you’ve put aside your timid dread,
And ventured boldly forward, into my head.
The heart was where you thought the treasure lies,
Yet still, after the dispatching of your spies,
You carried on incessantly, this drive,
To gather the intelligence, penetrate the hive.
I smiled down from the battlements, assured,
Amused, confident and smug, inured
In my position. Secured in my assumptions,
Well armored in my Science, no disruptions
From your feeble quarter could ever hope
To cross these frozen wastes and slopes.
Didn’t you already know? I KNOW! Knowwww. knowwww…
That I care to know.
And as the four winds howled, you… YOU!
Broke the rules, the contract – smeared!
I turned my frigid back, what did you do?!
But stain my crystal perfection with your tears,
And teach to me, in your vulnerability,
What it really means to fear.