There were days of fields,
Blades of grass gliding between our toes and soil stained knees,
There were days of rivers to cool our sweat.
We have had fruit on our lips and pits between our teeth.
We have lain in the green and under the blue.
We have danced.
We have let ourselves sing.
But seasons have changed from a day to the next,
Draught. Famine. The Earth Forbidden.
Swallowed by the ground beneath my feet,
Held below with the bodies of those who have passed over the Styx.
Kidnapped by the King of Shades.
It is forbidden to speak his name.
My fruit splitting, exposed and bursting forth with seed,
His breath tastes of rotting and in his embrace I feel a part of me dying.
Above they turn their heads and prepare another offering.
Sinking their sacrifices into the earth by night,
Retrieving the decaying remains, sewn with seeds,
Placed on altars and planted to be reaped again.
Receiving Souls into the Earth for harvest in the Fall,
Here we feast on that Fatal Fruit.
Here we carry into effect the curses of men upon their eternal soul
And now it is forbidden to speak my name.