VI

The floorboards rot in an isolated cabin
while the white shadow of death observes 

the passing of time from a quiet cellar.
An eyeless raven perches in a dead tree and
listens to the lamentation of his cold world;

Eye sockets packed with ash, open wounds.
The crowning breath of mankind resonates throughout
the remnants of the last standing structures.  

Without worth. Without purpose;
Dirt under the fingernails of a corpse.
Towering forest tree, guard of nature, 

lull under a blanket of white ivory snowfall.
Dark circling clouds, disimprison a flood to
wash the blood of man from the forest floor.

Now, limbs of the great oak ancestors stand motionless, 

ice frozen to leaf, roots frozen to soil.

Above all, Svn-Okklt is anti-human.