One listen.

Once I wrote the first few words, I was set on one track. I think it paid off as, whilst a few bits are quite rough, I think that this reads well enough. The song is very open to interpretation, and when I think about it, it could also be about an infant, or general young child calling out.

Final’s “ENATKWBY 2” is from EXPECT NOTHING AND THE KINGDOM WILL BE YOURS. As a side note, here’s a review I wrote about the album.

I hope you enjoy.

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Some hulking, massive thing calls out as though a horn through a deep fog. It calls out, and lowers and rumbles, lonely, searching and isolated. It bellows long, and with melancholy.

It walks and searches, and its calls change shape. They remain the same calls, but they change and transform, and they grow deep and distorted and frayed. Almost a weakening, or a gradual giving up. A gradual hope giving way to despair.

The space, normally silent and still, is cut through only by the calling out and searching. A search across an empty space, once subtly vibrant with life, now stilled. It could be stilled by this thing searching for a connection and searching for something, its character misunderstood. It could be stilled by the area having had the life leave it and gradually becoming quieter.

Lingering and hoping for something to be revealed, and maybe it is. Maybe this thing has found something. Maybe it has been following something this whole time, gradually getting closer to it, but still too far away.

This thing starts moving away from the space. It moves through a deep fog, becoming less visible, though it was already difficult to completely discern. It moves into a rising veil of noise covering the space, and moving everything into quiet static at the song’s end.