Taint

There was a valley where all the good names emerged a tongue could produce
Where the sun shone keener, where the moon glowed serener
Artlessness of the absolute reigned supreme, offering not a chance to deuce
That was a valley, where the wind blew puckishly, days passed ever merrier

Multitude of creatures roamed the mirthful haven, critters and crawlers alike
Abundant was the sustenance, absent was the neediness
Aliments unknown to remainders grew on trees, each yielded a ton belike
Such was the valley, only in tales were famine and uneasiness

There was a valley where all the colours of vibrancy reflected an eye could perceive
Shades stretched to infinitude, a novel palette of claritude
Groves mesmerized from spring to autumn, even in winter stubbornly restive
There was the valley, parading its splendour and beatitude

One day there happened a ruffle deep within the fabric of life itself, a shattering rumble
Perchance, just by fluke of nature, simply haphazardly
Or maybe there was an intended algorithm that caused the atoms to crumble
The creation had much to share in the name of duality

A taint spread from the air, from the soil, from the water; an unbeknownst oracle
The earth cracked, spluttered leprous pus, clotted
Skies yellowed with sulphurous clouds, atmosphere ignited with lightnings infernal
Waters began to boil as Hadean Eon backwardly heralded

First, aerial beasts caught fire and rained down the heavens like brimstones to Gomorrah
The initial sign of the impending entropy
Scorched wings fluttered desperately, chirps and squeals rivalled the shrieks of Admah
A hellish cacophony of a grotesque symphony

Then, the land splintered as the bane spewed forth from million pores
An acrid brew sizzling, an archaic venom seeping
All greenery rot, all life dissolved to mushy heaps of skin, flesh and bones
The valley was a canvas of a most distorted painting

Streams, brooks, creeks and lakes were to be soiled last, an anoxic slough
Seething and bubbling morbidly, frothing and churning ardently
Countless glassy eyes fixated skywards on the waters of the accursed clough
To witness the coming of the new era infinitely

That was the valley where all the good names emerged a tongue could produce
Where the sun now shines dimmer and dimmer, with a sick glimmer
Artlessness of the absolute devoid of its unitude, gave way to deuce
This is a valley, where taint creeps now nigher, settling forever and ever