Would I could sing a universe to be! By means of music, set my soul aflame, In smoke describe the air, in tar the sea, And continents of ash, let life reclaim. Through primal trees would echo tread of beasts, Till rivers trolls control were bridged and drained. Their founding kings would lay out heroes' feasts, Till fresh-cooled stones, by blood betrayed were stained. That day in hearts takes root, and sprouts to grow To legend, then a myth, and thence a song. The theme that fire picked out long ago In blood reprised, crescendoes, then goes wrong. Its fuel consumed, too soon my world must end, Or else on souls not mine it must depend.
I dreamed that writhing shadows wreathed a hall, While celebration's song was heard within. The lighted windows each in turn grew small, As darkness piled up, then filled them in. The music kept to perfect pitch and beat While silence showed the screaming throats the knife. The sheep and cows as one made their retreat, And left the song the only sign of life. The darkness rose, to snuff the stars, the moon, And leave a world blanked out, but for the song. I knew the sun would not be rising soon; I knew the music would continue strong. How long it held, and whether light returned, I do not know. I woke before I learned.