Of The Green and The Black

Fantasy.

Trees.
Some green.
Some black.
This is my land.
It is vast.
Mystical.
Fireflies are dancing.
Like golden dust.
Entities of light.
Abroad.
The sun.
He is the Archlord.
His many arms.
Pierce through leaves.
Shining.
Through the high ceiling.
Bark of ancient times.
Aeons ago.
Ensnared by vines.
Precious vines.
A forest pure.
A realm of peace.
However, not unscathed.
There is blackness.
There are embers.
Death.
It is here.
Upon the soil.
There is ash.
So much ash.
From what once flourished.
I lower my hands.
And it falls through.
As I weep.
Fire came.
It infiltrated.
And it brought defilement.
Merciless and swift.
There was fire here.
Scorching my flesh.
Such bright fire.
Why did you come?
I failed.
I couldn't save them.
I heard them cry.
I heard them cry for me.
Through black smoke.
Such terror.
Terror that will come again.
When the fire returns.
Whenever that may be.
However, there is more than death.
In this realm.
Life.
Light.
Green.
I rise and I gaze.
There is more green than black.
More elements that warrant my gratitude.
Grateful.
Yes.
That is what I am.
Look where I am.
A wilderness of dreams.
Monolithic beings.
Of splendour.
That most would kill to have.
To stride amidst.
To behold with eyes of sight.
Dreamscape.
A woodland dreamscape.
Why dwell upon the fallen?
And neglect that which still stands?
That which stands shall not stand forever.
Cherish them.
Before it comes again.
Such bright fire.
Even in daylight.
My trees.
I love you.
Love you so very much.
I will try to protect you.
Through fire and smoke.
Although endeavors may fail.
I will burn as I try.
But you are worthy.
There is too much good.
Of which to be incognizant.
To forsake.
Grateful and joyful.
A heart enriched.
By exquisite beauty.
No blackness shall render it otherwise.
May the blackened rest in peace.
As the green.
The brown.
Thrives with the sun.
The Archlord.
And his arms.
Infinite arms.
I shall thrive as well.
In the light of the Daystar.
The mist of the falls.
The passion of the wind.
The musical wind.
I will dance with the fireflies.
My children.
My family.
No fire will be so great.
As to take you all.
Never.
Now, my children.
Take my hand.
And dance.
Dance with me.