Lay me down in a field of flowers,
So I can breathe in the grass as it grows.
I've made my trek a thousand miles,
In a willful traipse of bloodied bones.
I've built my sward to survive the stories,
I've built a fortress of bramble and stone.
Protect my body and cage my mind,
Let me live in quiet hushed sorrow -
May a river of tears flow from my head,
And nurture the land born of my flesh.
May the tales that I have read,
Exist in me eternally,
Exist in me, for in my thicket of thorn,
I have lived one thousand lives,
And for each one, I vow to die,
A thousand, bittersweet
Deaths.


- C.c