<a class="proll" href="https://webx1.Writing.Com/main/campfires/item_id/1215636-Silence-is-Golden"> Silence is Golden!

And true heavy Metal
Blasts unbearably Loud

I flee from the Noise
And hide in Woods' Shade

Where brazen Flute Tones
The Air tingling invade

my senses, my soul, my everything
Sweet chirps from birds add a sweet bliss

Heaven & Hell
Paradise Won & Paradise Undone

Below those heavenly Trees
My Tantrum takes to the Sky

Turned into sweet caresses
New Desires burn within

Sharpened Shrapnel
Spawns a Death knell

A tiny Bird
Tumbles in my Lap

Blood deadly Drips
It's Eye a gaping Gap

Razors slice to the bone
Ears are deaf to the dying moan

Sealed with my crystal tear
Empty now the steel-grey sky

An other silence befalls me
Black as decaying tin; oh why

A delicate little sparo's wing
stretch out over my fingers

A vision of how delicate life is
How small

The sparrow's heart
defeated by hunters delight

I make a vow
The coward killer I'll fight

The hunter's delight shattered by the fear of his upcoming demise

The soiled clothes, the smell of urine, the terror in his eyes.

What makes man so corrupt,
that he would ruin such a calm, such a peace,

All for the sport of the hunt,
And the victory of taking a creature's heartbeat

The piercing scream of the wolves
Shattered the still calm

Gathered in the mist
Lay the puzzled hunter's whip

He stands in wetted pants
Pride of the human race

Fear of death staining
His lustre lorn face

The wolves howl
Forseeing a cheap meal

Him or me; I run for the whip
Beasts snapping at my heel

The Crack of my whip echoes loud in the night, as I held them at bay,
they turned to see the beer drinking hunter, who became their new prey.

He tries to drop his gun, tries to run, he is no longer having any fun,
They drool, hunger is their fuel, they chase after the fool.

The hunter is now the hunted, nature had taken the reigns,

It no longer grovels at the mercy of a gun,
for the roles have been switched in the hunting game

Why is blood such a fancy?
Why are the wolves in such a frenzy?

The beast roams in our midst
Clothing itself in designer garb
Awaiting the hunter's final call

Though who is calling who?
Does the hunter call the beast,

Or is the huntsman invited
To offer flesh at beasts feast?

Enamel teeth blickering
Chromium guns flickering

Warm blood dripping
Fearful city flipping

"A War!" Says Nature, "War!"
It has now become war between man and nature.
Every animal, every creature,
Is tired of man's vile ways,
And is rising up,
To shut him up,
To shout out, and call out,
For their rights!

"But hark! Why can't we compromise?" says man to nature.
Animal may be food to man,
And occationally man to animal,
But must we play these foolish games?
Of gun and teeth, and nail?

Josh Delyc

As snow falls over the trees
The war begins
as we dwell within these

...mirage of dreams

The snow covers the footprints of the animal
Or is it the man?

Does this War have a conclusion?
Will they call a truce and co-exist?
Will peace reign?

When can we bring out the wine and celebrate?
... Shattering the calm of the GOLDEN SILENCE