The Lost Language

Once, a wild phantom sprang forth from a rock
And we all called him god
Giant-headed doctor locked the phantom up for ages

Three children hiking from a bridge down a lush landscape
Unleash the phantom playing children’s games

The children chant a secret spell in a lost language
The rushing river speaks the spirit’s name

The birds and insects sing their song in the lost language
Soon his magnificence will take its shape

The bridge’s underside will serve as the phantom’s keep
The children make their new home in the shade

And a language lost
In the darkest age
Means a war will start
And the world will change

 

from ‘Dark is the Path Which Lies Before Us’ 2007

@ the new trust 2013