This story begins where it ended Would you listen to it? Unseen, restless wind Fills the air with grief. Evoken waves upon the water Omens the time When all will be drowned. All hope will be vanished. Abandoned. Torn. Buried. Ripples on the water smooth Distorted the features of a sinless child. Through the eyes of an old man, Shuddered with horror, The abyss of misery Revealed itself. The land lies in ruin. Mottled with gulfs. Beats in throes of death Bleeding. Now listen. Caught by furious waters. Lost in the mist. There was a boatman Defying his destiny. By a sudden blast of wind, Growing anger of storm, His will was of pure despair, And his boat was flipped over. Pulled into the vortex. Sucked down into depths. In maelstrom of time and space All his bones were broken. When waves of rambling waters are still and quiet, You'll see reflections of one's past life. Staring eyes of madness. Cold sores of his pale skin. What you see is just his body. Swollen and wicked. So come on, my child. Wet you feet in the river. Come on, get on the boat Of your father. Cold sun summons the earth To awake and reign. Nature echoed in a child's cry. In silence.