the crow's mocking voice
born to the cold wind
calls me
calls me silent
my hands are silent
my feet are silent
my heart is silent
lost is the quellas
my lungs shall not
shall not feast
they shall eat
the ash and smoke
my eyes shall not
shall not drink
they shall thirst
for the light's return
lost is the quellas
upon my knees
my knees of scars
i walk
in the pain of me
the pain of i am
i walk
to harvest
no
to rest
no
to love
no
to home
no
all kin have left
for what i am
all friend have left
for what i am
i am he who
will never age
i am he who
will always die
1 comment:
Ominous.
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