Calypso

Deep down swampy creeks and mudfields, where the jungle creeps of dead trees and blood deals;

I met a brown woman by the name Calypso.

Her skin was darken to match her magic glow, her dreads swang to and fro like a rastafari’s own, but I could not see, cause I felt weak to a point my eyes were not clear.

But I heard voices, oh yes I heard voices! She sang beautiful choruses of once a sweet forest east and of how destructive Man dem is. 

And when she was through with all her prophecies, I could see all that man could not see, right down to many earths they thought there may be.

So prepare because she told me she is coming, to judge all of nature and the men that took so wrongly from it.