I can feel her in my soul,
Awakening ancient feelings..
I see her reflection through me in every tree and every shadow,
A demon and goddess face starring grimacing back at me.
And the sorrow she brings with her,
after her…
Is that of a world dying,
My mother speaks to me in hushed whispers sent along the wind,
Telling tales of battles and its wounded.
And I cry for no reason at all, except for that of her pain.