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Once awoken I have heard grand silence

The air still but full in earthy scent

Long ago there stood a great forest

The time has felled it in its passing wake

What I see may not exist, but here

In my mind, the darkwoods stand

Their branches sway under the weight of air

Of storms that pass over the forefather's land

I wake each morning and there is nothing

Not even dust remains of dead dreams

The breadth of land and the skies I've seen

Were all a dream and exist no longer

Too long, too deep within the man-made forest

Profound depths of it, that never had a heart

The hate and bile that blacken the winter skies above

Have filled my soul with this song's longing

I long for something I cannot perceive

An exquisite word that lingers, but leaves not my lips

A distant melody that I seem to have forgotten...

A storm over the lands of forefathers

The distant whirlwinds that have stirred my dreams

Like unkind feet treading on sacred graves

Unease, unrest and endless black-dreams...