Rebirth of an Old Nation

As Erthe's beauty fades
 Behind bright, blinding lights
 Will I still recall
 The smell of the woods,
 My home,
 The lone and silent elk,
 The damp, misty air
 The allure of the erthe?
 I must posses a mind
 Not to be changed by place or time
 Not to be poisoned by
 The stench of progress
 I remember when
 I had a brother and a friend
 A friend whose struggles
 I alone have witnessed
 When I saw him there
 Crumbling face, empty stare
 A great, heaving sigh
 I, at last, said good bye
 The sky is black with fog
 Black with the souls of those who've lost
 That fleeting breath which they called life
 I step into the mist
 Recalling the place she and I lived
 Hoping to find some semblance of old joy
 But alas her tender spirit
 Has gone away at last
 For in my most desparate hour
 She did not come
 No empty blessings
 No friendly ghost
 To fill me with false hope
 Or haunt me with happy dreams
 Still I was drunk by the prospect
 That she may sit beside me
 When my trials were through
 I walk along the sand
 By the cold, brackish water
 "It's hard to remember
 The paths we used to take"
 It's hard to walk in this thick mud
 And I begin to sink.
 "Vocant me deus
 Numquam ita sentitur
 Humana"