[I had this idea two months ago when this prompt was first posted, and wrote it all over the next couple of days. At some point Eventually, I was maybe going to go back to it, spend another while rewriting the lyrics and angsting over whether they were too trite or whatever, and then actually compose and play and sing it and have a recorded song to attach to the chost. Heck, maybe I'll still do all that someday. For now, I'm letting the drafts run loose. Eggbug forever <3]
Before Before
When the stars were young and wild
When the mountains were just dreams within the soil
I walked alone
Seeking purpose, seeking prey
Through the deepest night, and past this earthly coil
Beyond Beyond
In a nowhere out of time
There I heard you as you echoed through the dark
You softly sang
Sang of was and might-yet-be
Poised to set my soul ablaze with just a spark
Dread the power in your patterns
Dread the motion of your cycles
Dread the rhythm, dread the color, dread the harmony and clash
Dread the thoughts that you inspire
Dread the way you fan the fire
Dread the longing, dread the burning, dread the rising from the ash
I ran and ran
Fled to shelter in the Real
But though I tried, I couldn't close the door in time
You wandered in
To our world of barren noise
Running rampant with your melody and rhyme
And on and on
As you echoed in the trees
All the birds would lend their voices to your call
Frail humankind
As they shivered and they toiled
They all gladly put their hearts into your thrall
Strange the power in your patterns
Strange the motion of your cycles
Strange the rhythm, strange the color, strange the harmony and clash
Strange the thoughts that you inspire
Strange the way you fan the fire
Strange the longing, strange the burning, strange the rising from the ash
And by and by
As I listened and I heard
I began to grasp the beauty in your sting
Your devotees
Yet give you ever-changing form
Now their hearts can even make the silence sing
I walk and walk
As the centuries start to blur
Through the forests deep and 'cross the oceans wide
But even I
As I wander ever on
Still take solace that you wander by my side
Sweet the power in your patterns
Sweet the motion of your cycles
Sweet the rhythm, sweet the color, sweet the harmony and clash
Sweet the thoughts that you inspire
Sweet the way you fan the fire
Sweet the longing, sweet the burning, sweet the rising from the ash