They saw the signs: the swelling seas,
The bloodied skies, the shaken trees.
They shut their eyes, they shut them tight,
In silence sought the simple light.
They hid their houses high in hills,
While down below the valleys filled.
They closed their hearts, they closed their minds,
In isolation cut their binds.
They fled before the falling fear,
Made anguished cries so god’s might hear.
They ran away, they ran so fast:
Ran from their futures and their pasts.
The Ondine flooded out their homes,
The Sylph made patterns from their bones.