Whispered On a Breeze

Whispered on the ashen breeze, in tongues not understood Came the call of broken words, the scent of burning wood Flames danced in unison, in step like a haunting ballet As broken limbs fell on the ground, weeping where they lay Once full of hopes and dreams of summer, bright and green The trees call a sad siren song, a deepened mournful scream And leaves hum a desperate tune of despair, and disappear Lost in a sea of flames and destruction of that we hold most dear The great world tree has fallen, and the forest is dying all around All that can be heard in the chill night air is Yggdrassil's simple sound The words it spoke, never more than a fool, forever more another's tool