A little poem I wrote :D

1. Haste's Fall

The windswept fell stood a silent vigil in the night

Windswept, amorphous, constantly kneeling before the elements, as a placid reminder of all that was nought

The fell was hungry, greedy, filthy; is hungry, greedy, filthy

Harboring decay and forgotten memories beneath the shifting sands

A vice-like grip, akin to lecherous hands

Proud, majestic entities, reduced to bones and dust

Crushed 'neath the weight of the sandy crust.

It wasn't always desolate, it wasn't always empty;

devoid of any life, or lush greenery

Lords of the above dwelled patiently atop the fell,

formerly a populous hill drenched in baubles, trinkets and precious treasures.

A people proud, a people intelligent, thought themselves wise, beyond arrogance;

Those of the hill were infallible

Exemplifying grace, serenity, and mastery of their environment, mastery over others, mastery of the self

Those of the hill were actualized

Flying through the skies, dwelling in the deep blue, tunneling through the ground, tearing the world 'part through and through

Those of the hill were thorough in their conquest

As they thought

It was their fault, really, their fault indeed

Their fault alone, for warnings gone unheeded

Signs of nature of it's turbulent course

Signs of calamitous changes to the world

Signs of malignant design of their own;

A steady betrayal of their own kind.

They fell into their hubris, they lost their lore, lost their ways and tumbled into humility

Those of the hill realized their fallibility

They fell out of grace, distorted peace, ignored the world around them and the changes wrought unto them, ignored the ruination of their own hearts

Those of the hill lost themselves

They fell right out of the sky, plummeted into the earth, drowned in the oceans, succumbed to the dirt

Those of the hill were conquered by themselves

Their folly was saddening, resounded through the valley

Air breathed by none anymore, the fell had it's fill, 'twas Haste's steady gaze, that brought nothing from nothing

It consumed their dreams, it consumed their goals

It consumed what defined them, that which they chose

It consumed their nourishment of body, mind, spirit

It consumed them; in whole, without pause, without remorse still

Those of the hill raced the world, themselves, their ideals

Rushed to find the fabrications of thought

Spun on the hilltop, delusions of grandeur, delusions of safety, delusions of immortality

Entered Entropy, to cleanse their perception

Enter Entropy to sate the fell.

The world continues, it lasts yet still

A barren fell lies there in waiting, 'twas commonplace

It waits for what may rise

Lies agape for what may fall

All who lay claim to the fell, the fell claims them all

The fell in service, Entropy's thrall

The fell won, it overcame the haste

Haste to taste, haste that layed waste

A haste that bred hatred, sin, conflict

A haste that beared a clan, entities that thrived

Entities that died, because of sick pride, their sick ways, the corrupted dialogue held with that hill,

held by malignant few, to represent them all

To represent the many oblivious to all

They took but gave naught, they slaughtered but mourned naught

They went everywhere but arrived nowhere and overpowered misery with misery

Visitations of life in vestiges of death, left the hill a fell

A fell quickly occupied, quickly abandoned

It contributed everything for nothing, and now nothing for everything, the last reminder of that time

that time of the hill, that time of growth

It hastened the birth of an age,

brought it to a close, simply watching the lives of those now reposed,

reposed in the sands, bleached white husks of the past,

guilty of laying, slaying what fell

A fell barren, still, repository for brevity

Peerless, silent, vigilant in Twilight

Bearing Time's tears with stoic sobriety

The fell is not alone, though it sits in solitude

Others just like it abound, as do those unlike it in all ways

Other people live apart from the fell, in the valley and elsewhere

Haste befell those unwary while those who witnessed became privy to the failings of their neighbor

Neighbors, formerly housed on a now desolate hill, their mistakes and regret a tribute to a continued will

A will to make amends, a will to assert peace

A will to restore life to the lifeless, live, and let live

Those of the hill made a lasting impression;

Onlookers learned, in passing and through thought

A fell unfallen is the fell of aspiration

A fell unfallen, where Haste shall fall.

*Note: A fell is another way to refer to a hill