When the past was young the air was clear and the future unbegun. There lived belief in beauty truth and place among the leaves though celebrated bloodshed was there was calm to every hoof.
There was once was light beyond the stars that called tomorrow's dawn from the grips of questing night. We sucked in morning like water each gilded dew drop glowed and praised the sun for all it brings and the rain was washed us clean.
This is now the future, see we put the past in glass cages to protect it's creaking bones and charge the rest to gawk at what they once believed