My Bones Become the Roots


My bones become the roots of the trees
My breath, a fog of malice to enshroud
My blood becomes the essence of the streams
The brittle remains a shrine on the wayside

Clenching the still-beating heart of mankind within my hands
Echoes from the winter's past shall pervade these hollow lands
The eternal night calls to me. Cloaked in a veil of the raven's demise

...To relinquish a frail body to the majestic woods
And revel in the untouched secrets lost to time

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