Wickedly They Play - In His Own Words -

Grasshopper wept for the Ant by her grave
Tears of a homeless she'd always would save
Now he would fade out - He'd sleep one last time;
His days were all numbered, yet his playing - Sublime

"With the death of this angel my life also ended
There's nothing else out there. This was all unintended
I live thanks to her, now her life is cut short
An unintentional journey to a much stranger port"

"Wintеr will come, it will be my last
And I'll welcomе the snow as I give my name to the past."
Owl had listened in silence, now she uttered a question:
"What happened to her?" Grasshopper answered: "Aggression"

"From the clouds, to the ground and all branches between
A battle was fought here of a size never seen
So vain that I can't accept that it's true
Between Eagles and Owls. They looked just like you"

"Bodies fell to the ground and fled as fast as they could
They trampled this pure one as she did what she would
Every day working to win against time
They stole her from me! It's the ultimate crime!"

Owl could not bare one more minute of grief
So she left the lone fiddler like honor leaves a thief
As she rose up and landed by a moor far away
She heard her own heartstrings wickedly play

She heard Eagle on the rise, rounding up Eyes like cattle
Although most of them fled, he'd force them back into battle
His punishment weighed on them all just the same
And with one voice they shouted "The Owl is to blame!"

"She called upon us to wage war in her image!
For this we will perish as our numbers diminish!
Curses upon you, feathered, foul witch!
We wish you all illness from a bleeding to an itch!"

The old Wolf who had watched her and all things around
Went up to the Owl and asked "Hear that sharp sound?
The alarm of the forest, just listen and learn
That not only tree trunks can break, burst and burn"

"Who are you, old Wolf", Owl asked, feeling hollow
"Your tutor this dawn, so get up! You must follow!"
"Where are we going? My limbs have turned weary...
Don't know if I can stand this land turning so dreary"

Owl looked at old Wolf "Why should I move?
Whatever you say I'll surely disapprove"
"First we'll find safety and then we'll build spirit
The mob is so close now, although you will not hear it!"