Of The Tree Of Hauteur Bred By Its Waters

The Fire of Ambition lies hidden

Under the shell of simplicity,

Hoping to strike gold.

But the shell lies immersed

In the Waters of Hauteur,

That the fire feared to emerge.

But by the day,

The flame keeps growing,

Slowly and slowly.

A time shall come,

A day shall arrive,

When the Steel of Hauteur shall be melted;

Moulded by the Fire of Ambition.

When the Fire shall defy the shallow waters around,

When it shall reach land,

Fear not, the innocent eyes of mankind!

For only shall it burn the Trees of Hauteur,

Reducing them to ashes, which,

Swept by the Wind of Loss,

Shall be vanished forever,

Such that mortal eyes may never spot them again.

O Tree of Hauteur! You know not your heights!

You know not the power of the Fire!

But it’s too late now, you have to die;

You have to disappear into nothingness.

O Tree of Hauteur! Why?

Why did you ignite the Fire of Ambition?

My veins burst out with the red of agony,

Since my hands are tied

And I can’t help you.

O Tree of Hauteur! Why do you laugh?

Do not my words shake you?

Do not my words teach you?

But you still laugh;

You listen to me not.

Maybe only the Fire can teach you.

O Waters of Hauteur!

Why do you still babble?

The Fire shall freeze you—

And you shall be lost forever,

Just like the ashes of your Tree

Shall reach the Land of the Unknown.

Tremble! Shake with fear,

O Entities of Hauteur!

Fear not, innocent mankind!

For only the Tree shall be burnt down,

Whilst the Fire of Ambition shall keep growing;

And growing.