The Suffering Meadow

In between electrified dreams
Intense with intent to suspend
Blue eyes shy back from their keeper's black past
Here's a man dead long fore his time

Forgotten who he used to be
A monster impossible to be loved
Times change with storm rains
Fill full a river his pain
As tainted water charts its course
grappling roots feed without clue
Absorbing his hate, they wither and die
There's only so much good that the sun can do.

This meadow turned wasteland offers no hope
As time attacks any new growth
Eventually all life becomes fuel for the next
When the storms arrive back with clouds tainted black
Thor's throwing thunder from inside the sky
This suffering meadow is struck with a bolt
A grim scene shadowed by death
As sparks multiply the man's rage fills inside
Through the field of hate where he first sowed his fate
In the end, fire burns us all
Until nothing remains but ashes of bones
Somehow another life is born to repeat again