I feel the cold wind

blowing in from this ocean.

I know of the impending event,

but I am powerless to stop it.

High above the water,

on this steep precipice I stand.

A single tree behind me,

it's lifeless limbs gently caressing me.

The still frost on the ground

and the monochromatic sky

coax me into rebellion.

No longer will I let time through.

No more shall I be a slave to the weak.

I plunge myself into the icy depths

and the shackles are destroyed by my new found warmth.

I drown myself in true freedoms,

letting false pretenses wash away.

My security is assured

as the hierarchy breaks down.

These pounding waves

carve away the edifice.

Shards of white granite follow me

as I am swept out to sea.

Clouds rush past still space

and shed aqueous beats.

Their steady rhythmic tones

alter the flow of foggy peace.

The budding illusion dissipates

and the transparency of war is revealed.

The stagnant air,

bereft of a pulse,

emanates scorched moans.

A grandiose breeze blows

and renews my senses.

The cacophony of howling tremors

driven from a distant land

goad my sensitive ears.

The cadence of the virtual waterfall

consumes my conscious

and the overwhelming scent of mortality

halts my thoughts.

The clouds part

and the stars are sought

by the rising sun

and the caustic tears

of a civilization draped in sorrow

flood my mind.

The volatile lies of a secret world

augment and cause the delicate balance to bleed.

The noxious fumes of it's blood

like a cloud of fiberglass filling my lungs.

I am dazed and lost

in the enigma of articulated concerns.

The bright rays of empirical thought

are reflected by credulous notions

and cause blind faith's lethality.

Now the light fades from this reality

and I act as the reigning owl.

I remove myself from the languid waters

and drift through the darkness.

I pass over time and space

and see those who have succumb to the binding trepidation.

Their cold trembling bodies

and their void listless souls.

How I yearn to help them;

take them under my wing

and give unto them the nurturing sustenance they require.

I ponder the past

and mull over the debilitating choices.

Their own ignorance led them to this.

I can not change what was,

and thus can not help what is.

Bodies heaped in massive mounds

as pathetic attempts to perpetuate lies.

Rivers of blood carving away the land

and hiding all remnants.

Children, slaughtered and strewn about.

Fires ravage empty breathless homes

yet only clarify the irony of it all.

This now rancid place offers nothing,

only death and decay serve in it's purgatory.

My absolute disdain of this

is matched solely by my anticipation.

For on the water's edge

the line between life and death blurs.

The vivacious clouds above

let their raging tempers drown the land

until all traces of earth are gone.

This festering swamp

will soon give way to life.

Those lives will be shadow's servants.

And the freed shall be denied by death

and forced to watch corruption's vicious cycle.