I find myself on a sunny hillside full of light,
Wildflowers smile and wave their bonny heads on green grass,
The pleasant harmony no man can ever surpass,
The hillside recedes into forest, hidden from sight.
A sense of dread fills me as unseen hands urge me.
Deeper I go, where towering trees stand indiscernible,
The shushed whisperings of the trees are barely audible,
Nevertheless, deeper I proceed, a shrouded figure waits for me.
My knees falter and I can go no further,
When I come upon a hillside, the same one as the last!
But the flowers and grass wither and dry as I watch aghast.
Eerie silence hums in my ears, the music of terror.
In the middle, I see an object stand from the abject land,
A solitaire and crumbling stone, buried by weeds and indifference.
Buried beneath, a corpse long lost from Man’s remembrance.
The stone bears words faded mercilessly by time’s sand.
I bend down to read the inscription and Fear makes me numb,
The shrouded figure stands by me and reads out loud the same,
I feel Time’s icy cold hands crush my soul as we both read my name,
With a faint beat of my heart, another nameless mortal do I become.
