OLD OAK TREE

I saw an old oak tree
Amidst the soaken grass.
I was told battle here
Had happened in the past.

And many men were dead,
The only Oak did stayed,
When all the others left,
Forgotten and betrayed.

The red of fallen seeped
Into the sinner-ground,
Without knowing it
The tree absorbed their blood.

And when I touched the trunk,
I saw: the crow, one-eyed,
Was sitting on the branch;
Its mouth was opened wide.

It made an awful sound,
Cawing for three times,
And when i turned around,
The Memory was found.

The horizon went red,
As if sky showed its scars,
The shadows lengthened, and
Then I saw another crow:

With empty eye-sockets
It stared direct at me.
So I knew — Consciousness
Awaked itself complete.

When I bowed down I learned
That snake was here and drank
The blood that once had spilled
Into the raw ground.

I smelled the ghost of smoke,
Despite no fire was seen…

I guess I buried you
On this lost dreamers’ field —

Where prays of terror lied
And where the old oak tree
Withered under the rule of Time…

I guess it happened here.

A long time ago...