Ethereal Chronicles

He was bitter and pitiless
Unmoved by prayer or sacrifice
Yet he watched her
As a child watches snow
Unable to tear his eyes away
From beauty materialised
So one day he stole her
From light and growth 
Into the shadowy gloom
Of his own realm
For she was his saviour
A splash of colour
In his barren
Sombre world
Now her world withers
Mother of Earth
Neglects her duties
A cry dances on the wind
Nothing more than a murmur
Left crippled
By the loss of her child