Summary: A poem for Shalnark.

Happy Halloween weekend!

Spoilers: Chapter 357

Meteor City Boy


Wind through the branches.

The tree has had its limb cut before it could grow.

Wind through the ropes.

Hands tied high, the puppet dances.

Its insides are eaten by a crow.

"10 more limbs to go." A greeting, and a warning.

Another requiem is beginning, the remaining limbs are filled with woe.

Wind through the gently swaying body, waiting.

Born as no one, the death of a shadow.