Act 1: Birth - Birth

Seven times I'd fallen. It seems that

eternity circles round me in eight.

Crows flock high above me in all my dreams–

this great universe ignores all my screams.

Somewhere, between all my wants and desire,

urged on by the unknown plans they inspire,

pesky need came roaring to the forefront.

Alas, there is homage to the affront.

Should it not be that I too fall to pieces?

Circling around me, eternity strikes.

Cedar trees thrive, clean and not forsaken,

I claw through my night, dirty and broken.