Why, Why Not?

With weary hands and heavy hearts we rebuilt,
With cold eyes and terrible thoughts we watched,
With Horror's brew and Laments Call, we grieved,
No one could believe the damage done,
No one wanted to let the Lost go to their rest,
No one was untouched, undamaged, or unbent.

Once again I stood alone among the Mortal Folk,
Only I saw their potential worth, that gleam of merit,
Their Dreams so full of things unimagined by us,
Their passion so forceful, powerful and compelling,
Driven to them, Moth to Flame was I,
A voice of reason to bring them calm and peace.

Time Marched as it ever does, we untouched,
The Mortal Kind exploding in arts and technologies,
Their numbers as the grass in the fields, boundless,
My voice was heard by too few of their Leaders,
A curse is on them to grow and consume,
I could not bring it to heel, nor deflect it.

The Lords of Nature and Time, came to counsel,
The Queens of Summer, Spring, Autumn, and Dawn,
The Kings of Winter, Noon, Night and Twilight,
Grave words were sung, dire fates were pronounced,
War Leader they named me, unwilling to repeat the past,
I shook my aching head, and told them the Truth.

Once, perhaps twice more we could beat them back,
However time would collect it's due of us, by Mortal Hands,
We could not grow fast enough to keep fighting this War,
Our eventual destruction, assured it was to me,
My Words could not pierce their hardened Brooding,
So I lead them to grotesque battle once again.

This time we struck first, where they were weakest,
The slaughter began, and Mortals learned to fear,
The Night and the Forests, the Waters and the Soil,
Like cattle we culled them, and blood ran from our hands,
Few of Folk fell to Mortal Blades, and many felt satisfaction,
Dark and Twisted Paths began to appear, among us.

Mortal Dreams and Fears became as food to some,
Even the Flesh was consumed by others,
Tormenting Mortals became a sport, a game of the Nobles,
I felt a great sorrow as I watched the corruption,
Winter's Heart and Night's Soul became hatebound, warbound,
For them the Cleansing would never end.

I Looked upon what we became and knew despair,
Mortal Folk would become just another memory,
I would not let this happen,  could not let it be,
I spoke and declaimed and  even sung my concerns,
Deaf ears and silence were my answers,
I called to the Folk of Twilight, to begin a new plan.