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,
With high walls of bramble and fern.
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.
Have all of the tales that I have read,
Exist inside of me for now and eternity.
Here in the safety of my thicket of thorn,
I've graciously lived one thousand lives.
Here in the respite of the mind's forest,
Sweetly, will I die one thousand deaths.
And please, when I am finally gone,
May my body plant the seeds,
Of next millenium's stories.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:20 PM UTC
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,
With high walls of bramble and fern.
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.
Have all of the tales that I have read,
Exist inside of me for now and eternity.
Here in the safety of my thicket of thorn,
I've graciously lived one thousand lives.
Here in the respite of the mind's forest,
Sweetly, will I die one thousand deaths.
And please, when I am finally gone,
May my body plant the seeds,
Of next millenium's stories.
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