Sylvan

An answer to letting go Vanquished, desolate Usurped and banished No kings to ever reign in my stead An arrow through the heart Bleeding light, Bleeding life Cold hands joined in litany A remedy or a curse A cure or an empty hearse I was never alive I have never been here A wet night brought my endless rain The fog to let us see through and within The unknown, the hearth, a darkened place, a heart As the ocean sways And the waves rise Alive, relinquished The mark of winter, A memory and fading light