He mustn't die (Nature's power)
It was many years ago,there lived a young
man, my nephew by the name Leetong.
One autumn on the nineties seventies,
when trees painted her crimson leaves
The misty morning crawleth grey
at dawn to begin another day
November rain scattered the valley
Leetong a hitoritabi,set on a journey
His house is in the village, I know
Where the lovely woods grow.
A retrouvailles taste like the honeycomb
so,he travelled to his ancestral home,
Excitement on a journey he bouns
on foot he set at the first break of dawn on his broad shoulders, he bagpacked food and water, nothing would he lacked, twenty miles to carry on, the shrieking bird from a distance portent a warning
while to the hills he kept on marching .
The town vanished behind his shadow,
the sunlight shredded golden glow.
He walked through fen and bent,
and rustling leaves in cold silent,
along the dusty sands, his footsteps
tapping in the silence of wildernesses.
His steps took a speed,lest the twilight's
shadow,cast a spelt on his poor sight
Where the green patched hills lie,
across the landscape in the silent sky
through driving winds ,but in the mist
of flowing rains that flashed and hissed
Lo ! through the birchis thickest trunks
dim shadow lurked ,that spied and shrunk
Disturbed the peaceful wilderness
when the sparrow fled from their nests.
Rumours they were servants of the occult
that sacrifice human in their dark world
their raiment dark and dread,watching him from behind the huge pillar branching trees,shadow of fear fed his memories
he always heard their darkest stories
their hands were stained in blood
their victims send to grave this they doth
in a desolate and barren land,
after the crepusculum, when the sun
darken and goes down.
Chasing through a narrow broken path
by them, and like a deer swiftly he darted
down the mountain to escape death
he prayed he wouldn't fall into their nets
In the wild , in the hands of demon's twain
who suck the blood of sinners and saints
Like bad dreams looming in the eerie nights, when evils seeking their preys
Their madness footsteps thumped on
the ground, shaking Leetong's bones,
closer and closer cometh they sound
to kill their prey on a deathly hounds.
unarmed, defenceless to defend ,
he fled to save himself untill the end
Fleeing through the blanket of night
,his strength fallen,he trotted and sighed,
while the twilight sunk away,
would Thanatos court him today ?
Thence Leetong grim now gazed out,
from sombre pines and heard her shout
the waters cascade over the rocks ,
lifting his soul that's been overwrought
Then she flows with a soft inland murmur,
the sacred river since its days of yore,
Of his clan and his forefathers,
The river seems to beckon him thither,
protection he needs within her feather.
the serpentine river flows west to east
to reach by her side, his last wish.
Up through the dark echoing gloom
he fled to save his life from doom
Down the hills, across the meadow
To her ripes ,life's redeemer flow.
His steps touched the blade of grass,
pebbles dug his worn out canvas
Minutes by minutes comes a moment,
Hither to live or die in torment.
To face death is dreadful in the hands
of wickedness ,they were on the rand,
closer to him in the stretched of sand
Alive or dead, in no man's land.
The caelum spreads in dotted stars
and moonglade splash silver on the river
In solemn he stands, her mercy he seeks
"Hear me ,O fair river to thee I beseech
your kind protection,I plead today,
I seek your power so hear my pray,
Let me live to see another day
don't let my soul decay this way
but,lest by perchance death I may face
carry my remnants into thy wild embrace "
What next befelt he knew not that day
Nature itself if trusted will never betray
They followed him to the bank of the river
Searching the spot,armed with quivers.
Their torches flame at the roaring stream
but were discombobulated to the brim.
They sought him hither and thither,
with murderous eyes, but seen him not
Winds of autumn wild's beginning sought
in the boughs and leaves went spinning
the wicked's eyes were blinding
Where the river dwelt, they saw nothing.
No wizardry, nor spelt nor dart ,
no fangs nor devil's art could brew that harmed him for the river fairyland
protecting him with her wand
He lay upon his back,he dozed,waited
and watched a sleepless night related
the thousands unfathomable thing,
amazing that his soul still breathing.
The river ripples under the moonlit sky
flowing through ages and never die
Mortal could never interpret nature power
neither to count millions numbers of stars
that flickered against the ceiling sky
Doth they see someone shoulden die?
While the river in serenity flows
In solitude he waits for the morrow
Through the darkness of night falls
Those horrors footsteps he recalled
Slowly the nightly watches flit
Another dawn the sunlight lit
Autumn mellows across the river
The rice fields swaying in gentler
zephyr, breezing life to a traveller
In obessiance to the river,
In deep seclusion and connection
Leetong touched the river in veneration
"Fairest river, fo thee I bow in gratitude
Your sacred power I cherish and salute
Let the moon shine forever in thy flow
Whose dwelling from today I know
me a simple man that you had saved,
I see the light of day, to thee I am indebted
that on the bank of this delightful stream,
My soul and my life had been redeemed "
That end a strange story,
his story though not been writ,
but when autumn falls, Leetong retold
The power of nature that's been enfold.