A lone traveler walked
An arid waste land of runes made the sand
And he walked some more
The ocean was dead, the stench filled the air even now
The silence was eerie, but you could hear their cry in the echos
And he walked some more
The mountains were still steep, at the top though there was nothing
A blood curdling scream escaped him
No one heard
And he walked some more
In a thin glimmer of hope he saw a seed
With tears, sweat and blood he cared for it
Spoke to it, laughed with it, cried with it
Alas, the seed wasn’t to bloom
The seed too had died
And he walked some more.
-DVS