Druid's Dream
Priest of the mistletoe
hooded seer
under twilight willows
he has visions
of dread tomorrows:
Faustian forges
hammering out prizes
for addled paladins
madly jousting
against Gaia’s green knights.
Smoke and mirrors
of Technos
toxic blowback fumes
and cracked mirrors
heirs of Amfortas
lanced in their manhood
by their own hand
lunging forward
only in a warped reflection
their reversed movement
unfelt, unseen.
Gaia will not be raped
and pillaged
without reckoning.
Heirs of Amfortas
children of Faust
will hear the roaring
of the wind
and swelling seas.
They will heed no warnings
there will be no arks.
Dolphins will leap
and play in the waters
far above submerged towers
and troubled houses.
Gaia will once again
be free.
