Absolute Beauty (after last night)

I went to the woods to hear the roar of absolute beauty. Nature creates beauty to deceive us, to make us feel at home. I went to the woods to hear the roar of the battle. Millions of crystal chandeliers falling down after every shot. The sounds of distant battles... now fired closely. Right ahead. Than silence... just the sloppy frantic tap dance of broken beauty falling on the floor. The sound of broken glass tearing wounds in the night around me. Nature destroying almost Christian like creations, sanctuaries... tearing them down... shot after shot. We made the gods angry. Now they seek revenge... tearing down the impressions of absolute beauty... branch after branch. Thin ice tearing down pieces of 100 years old trees. Like wounded soldiers. A 100 years later.... we learned nothing. Still staring at absolute beauty blind. Winter stops time, creates beauty .and than takes it away... with a roar... the roar of a distant battles...Now near. The roar of branches breaking under the heavy ice God’s icy chandelier adorning the heavens and stalking terror. Holding to them... making them pretty and the next second killing them... taking them to the floor... broken down in millions of little pieces... sparkling... we made the gods angry and now, with a different roar they're taking beauty away from us. Killing their own creations in the name of a higher chaos we fail to understand... time after time. In the roar of the battle a million little voices... screams made of sparkles, prayers made of glitter... Taken down after a 100 years. I went to the woods to heal my soul... and to declare my little war... to claim my little victory... after a 100 years. My little battle with ice and cold... under my legs... under my wheels. On the other side of absolute beauty. On the land that Ii call home... Every meter of ground that i pass i clame is mine. It shell shall always be mine asI’m hers. In the face of absolute beauty Ii bow just to tie my shoe laces and , than go on...To scream her name. To tell people that we're staring in the face of absolute beauty... every day... blind... to sing songs about her face, to watch the glitter of the a thousand diamonds covering the branches of her hair, and to know that one day Ii want to be buried. Right there. Under that three now screaming in the roar of a battle... branches falling down after every shot... now distant than close, too close... and than, silence... decorated with a 100 crystals falling down from the sky. Absolute beauty