He rests his hand mid thigh
And the tree beings to quiver
The wind grows colder
The tree begins to sigh as it gets older
Give way
To rot and decay
Collapse under hand
Where barley a breath has passed
For him
Long live the fae
For what
Does eternity know of an hour?
In one breath span
Dead and back again
Still he sits
In a forest younger than him
Dead and back again
Each human lifetime a wink
They’ve forgotten
Like amnesia
All the important things
But then
What does eternity know of an hour?
Dead and back again
With barley a glimpse of what the fae know
With barley a glimpse of what the stories tell
Dead and back again
A life for show
To dead men
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