Synth Pop: crux #001

Wind whispers through primal forest shadows.
Eyes of beasts glow, silent and still.
Steel machines hum in rising discord.
Flames flicker, born of man's hand.
Forgotten spirits dance in fading light.
Sky splits, thunder echoes through valleys.
A dance between life and death.
Man reaches for god in the void.
Nature watches, relentless, unmoved.
Salvation and damnation meet at dawn.