deep soul rings with hollowness
a faint echo only
abandoned
unheard, unfelt
its vibrations once resplendid
pulsating to the rhythm of Creation
a harmony divine
thruout the universe
but in man's hands, now wanes pale
alongside a lonely earth
formely a garden
but now overrun , choked with weeds
posion and debris
corpses stacked high, wreaking of grey stench
all culminating, racing
toward an inevitable destruction
that Truth, Beauty, Light
may be born again
...an old story
retold and repeated
until we get it right...