Crushed beneath the avalanche
Of ice and snow, worse the fall
The fall had broken him, death
It was not a passage to heaven
His flesh was exposed but late
Before the cold the scavengers
Tore into his dying flesh, he lay
In those prophecies left undone
Unfulfilled he was thought mad
But it wasn't his fault for that
He'd woven spoken dreams
All no longer possible to fill
After those disasters passed
Nothing could be foreseen
Catastrophe's aren't tame
Nor are we humans
Not any longer
