My heart was a tower at the top was a queen.
She sat on her sea glass throne, In the palace of bone. All the power of the keys she held to every lock.
But now the throne is empty, and the tower feels hollow.
Whims of a shadow I follow.
My home is away to forever roam.

I feel alone Like an ent. When the ent wives left their lives.
Though I wander for centuries,
The gardens grow bare as I have no luck finding who once tended there
With the memories of when life was in these gardens with her care. Ill sing sad songs to these leaves, and hope to one day have the  flowers she would share.