the tragedy
where white cranes dance
and
eagles soar
and
where spring cherry blossoms grow
at the door of the snow mountain
and
on the edge of time
where prayer bells rang,
where old met new,
where the sweet bush warbler sang
and
the golden goddess reigned
and
where the timeless waters flow
is where the dream
into the nightmare changed...
the earth rent open from the core
shook and trembled
and
once more
a silence fell
until the dreaded water's roar
drowned your last scream
and all it could advance...
.
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