A Shattered Crystal - Narrative Poem

Once upon a dark night,
the sky was black, the clouds flash'd white
Man and beast beneath moon
Hid within their perpetual doom
Mountains of stone tower the earth
Covering the plateau with shadowy gloom
Upon the altar the crystal lay
Shining brightly, at the close of day
An elderly man, no younger than the trees,
with eyes as piercing as an iron blade
Fooling with powers he could not define,
will surely be his end of mind
He naively spoke to the watching sky,
"Thy scorching soul, shall be revived"
as he waited for a Godly reply
the moon was silent, the sky remain'd blind
A silver stream of light, fell quickly from the sky
Striking the crystal, and the man at his thighs
He felt no pain, for it was too quick
The crystal did shatter, as well as his mind
The sun now rises, far beyond this land
The clouds float high, remaining white
Man and beast beneath the sun,
shall keep their mind, until they die