This poem is dedicated to Miera Evenstar.
A bit of wood
And feather n' stone
Has taken the life
Of one who I've known.
A bit of wood
And feather n' stone
She lies still as here I moan.
A bit of wood
And feather n' stone
Has stolen her breath
And there she lies prone.
A bit of wood
And feather n' stone
Has shattered the wings
That had formerly flown.
A bit of wood
And feather n' stone
Has transformed the world
Into grey monotone,
And a bit of wood
And feather n' stone
Has suddenly left me
Lost and alone.
For a bit of wood
And feather n' stone
Has abandoned me here
In a land so unknown…..
And it cannot be put on paper
For I cannot say it in a word
The pain that lives inside my soul
Lay silent – never heard.
And dreamings of tomorrow
Fade into yesterday
As I stand here on the land
I swear I will rule someday.
