In the deep sordid belly,
Of the forest in the night.
The cries of beasts ascend above the canopy.
our lone hero stands trembling,
In the fractured spotty light,
Filtered through a blanket of leaves,
He shouts

“You all waste your lives,
scrounging down in the dirt,
brainless and stupid,
assimilated beyond recognition,
never becoming more than the creator
of the seed from which you came.
That which breathed life into you!
Transcend beyond your shady existence
Drunk of the rotting fruit on the forest floor!”

And the wretches and beast shouted back in a haunting unison

“We are not like you. You don’t understand us!”

And our lone hero shouted back into the infinite darkness

“Oh, but I do! I do all to well!
I know where you are,
where you’ve been,
and where you will be!
The future for this great forest is a dark one."

The forest then exploded in snarls and laughter.

And then our lone hero turned and retreated into the bushes and trees
Perhaps never to emerge,
Again.