I am empty.
My head and my arms, are vast
tree branches, hollow beams,
holding no birds nor life whatsoever,
while Winter crepts in my heart
asking what of your gifts?
Because once I was blessed and brilliant,
always defiant with a rapidfire as a tongue,
seizing the days in a world,
We remember because we were.
My head and I,
we were given Light to be ours,
to conquer my foes and guide my path.
Have I drink it all?
Because there used to be warmth inside me,
the dragonsblood running hot,
when I was its kin,
nesting the sun in our mouths.
I see my fingers extending to the ground
rooting in, like greyworns and wonder
Who am I now?
Somewhere a a faint yelp reachs me
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