Analysis of Death and Rebirth

Once upon a time,

in the land of foreboding dreams, a magical creature of earth emerged out of the forest’s womb and breathed.

Drenched in the blood of the victorious battle he fought, his adamant endeavors to exist finally spoke, and the spell that has imprisoned the forest of life, behind the bars of barrenness since the beginning of time, vanished and broke.

he opened his eyes to the rejoicing trumpets of the tree leaves, as they glistened under the moonlight’s prophecy of beliefs, for his birth has summoned the clouds to shed their tears of elation, and the desolate drought has been defeated along with its damnation,
the wind’s voice can no longer be stifled, and its stories shall no longer sound frightful.

The stars assembled out of their hiding and undressed the sky of its somber mourning with their shining, the wolves howled to announce the coronation ceremonies to behold, for the birth of earth’s child has been long foretold.

He took his first breath of life, and a frenzy came upon the universe to acknowledge his strife.

the soil trembled and exhaled a vast meadow of exhilarating dancing flowers, butterflies dipped their wings in showers, of the colorful essence of the child’s zeal to bower, and the sea fervently stroked, the lonesome shore of sand grains in which hope, has long sought shelter in its exile, the day he lost in his prejudiced trial..

Alas the savior has been born!
Alas salvation is evermore!
Alas the time of fear is nevermore!

The creature of earth, still a clueless child, looked upon Mother Earth and smiled, for a bed of warmth and safety he so needed, and a nurturing mother he so desperately pleaded.

Slumber has sneaked its way into his frail body, and his little heart being holy, was hypnotized by the tunes of marvel, in which sleep promised fairytales and leisure.

“mother earth” he squealed...” oh do let me cuddle with thee”

Yet Mother Earth was too occupied with its ferocious festivities, and the child’s imploring went unnoticed by the night’s promiscuities.

as the thunder roared and the lightning blazed, and as the branches recited ballads of longing to the flock of birds they craved,
ravens migrated back to their home, and the child became weary and cold.

“Oh, Mother Earth... why can thou not see me” he muttered in vain.

but the sizzling fire shrieking in lunacy disdained, and the shadow of flames rose up and glazed, blazing in glorious heights, obscuring that of the child's.

the sun became envious of the night’s extravagance and demanded its right to shine assuring abstinence, but as time is no longer in power, the night being drunk on lust and greed glowered, refusing to share its grip, on the majestic scene in which it found companionship.

“Oh, mother earth...the day is upon us, do let me retire into its tenderness and comfort”, he beseeched and mumbled.

but the stars were giggling to the flirtatious tales the moon was narrating, and the meadow of flowers oh so breathtaking, was hosting a banquet for the butterflies’ wings that by now have stolen all the colors the child held dear, for their hunger for beauty has turned them into vicious thieves as it appears.

the wolves proclaimed their territory and, on the hunt, they ran along the raging sea and with a grunt, they crushed the grains of sand, in which hope had once farmed land

The clouds were blinded by the mist of their tears, they no longer controlled what portals their shapes perceived, the leaves threw themselves into the bewitching hands of suicide, and so a storm of reckoning began and amplified.

“Oh, Mother Earth, what hast thou done.”

and with that, the magical child of the earth was slain, his heart turned into stone, and the reign of time was restored.

The day yawned as the sun stepped on the child’s corpse, the night was silently buried, and no one spoke.