the end of the beginning

I sow a bird once,

Red as fire and free as air.

Flting through the sky’s so blue

Under the clouds so light

Above the lands so dark.

That bird was a soul inside the soul.

It was the only life that was ever made.

It arose from its ashes

Of the burned soil and lived

For the last time.

For one day it arose no more,

And it flew no more

And it burned no more.

On that day heaven stood still.

For five whole minutes the earth

Would be still.

For the creation was no more.

So all over the lands

And all over the skies

The bird of life will never rise again.

For men killed the soul within.

So the sky had turned black

The grounds cracked open

Blood as hot as fire

Spread all over the lands.

As death was free and walked the earth.

With him all the shadows from beneath.

Death's servants came and took back what had been stolen.

They took her freedom.

Made mother eternal prisoner of her creation.

The beginning had ended.