THALA’ AMUD


Of Men, Beasts and Vermin
Back then....
When the full moon drained behind the icy mountains
Back still....
When the stars fell and half sunken into the sands
When the first of his kind Thal’Amud stood on the vacant plateau And he looked on the lone sovereignty
And the vast expanse lay crimson from the brash sun And he felt the absence of the warmth he never had
So he closed his eyes and slept beneath the tree of eyes And opened to crawling, flying and walking
And when the sun submerged and viewed him less The endless cold struck again
And then his eyes detached he was alone again.

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