Machine Of Man
#4 of Poetry
Hope you get the reference to Surt, if not go read some Norse mythology :p
Once so green and blue, now cast and clad in grey
Pillars of wonder one by one, are all cast away
Flowing streams once so clean
Restored to you it would not seem
Cauldrons of fire, a forest void of trees
Mankind breaths life, give rise to the machine
Gears will turn, and blades will clash
Lead will fly, and whips will lash
Lightning strikes, and clouds plume red
Left behind is Surt's bed
Metal screams and breaks the sky
While numbers once few now multiply
Fire and metal make broken land
This is Earth, that gave birth
The the always hungry machine of man