Passion By The Creator

The land in which I roamed was quite unknown.
I’d seen the land once before, as a child
I’d adore the scene in which my eyes lean.
The scene of a world never seen before.
The land was elegant in a sense of
Passion by the Creator, I wandered.
Wandering was the game and I was to
blame. I left my land astray, in dark days
I felt I had to run, but run where, this
World was mine, I hadn’t thought to make more.
It ended by the shore, out east, no more.
So now I roam, trying to find the world I
Left behind in the darkest day, I lay
The world I walk in now, I remember
Was different from the one I led astray.
I lay, trying to find the day I went away.
I remember the world in which I made.
The days were long, the sun stayed awake till dawn.
This gave me time to work, time to build more
More from shore to shore, I built a world that
Rose from the sand and began to live free.
Free from the word impossible to the
Word unstoppable. My world lived and grew.
A few natives sprouted tribes here and there
Soon a city was made, I made, became.
My world lived and grew, the people knew me
As leader of the kingdom, I made them.
Tiboos, a native tribe, took the city at
Night and surprised the people of Nightive,
My city was ambushed from the West and
The Tiboos did their best, the city fell
By Dawn and Nightive, belonged
To traitors. They found me in my chamber,
Threw spears at my children and left a mess,
The Tiboos did their best and took over
the city by night, no time to fight, no
time to win the world, I made, in the night.
I left the city at it’s darkest hour
I left the world to fear my creation.
They grew too strong, too strong for me to stop.
By the time of the attack, my children
Thought on their own, walked on their own, and died
On their own. It was too late, in the night
And in the life of my dearest children.
The life I made too strong, too strong to handle
And the world I made they dismantled
I stood on the East shore of Existence
And looked back at my creation the last
Sight I saw, a fire so vast, covered
the city all in all. My city fell
fell within itself, fell in the dark night.
At that hour my eyes opened to a world
Not bowing but bowing indeed to a
Creator who felt the same as me, his
World is on the verge of death. I wander
Around to find my world that went astray
Every night at the Hour of Attack I
Look in the abyss for the world I led
Astray.