Why can’t the shadows give us answers?
Every breath of longing wasted
fades where the sky becomes a flame
watched by the forest sentinels
at the fall of high stone towers
Halls overrun by nothing
yet battles won where the sky falls heavy
suffocation of a willing soul
one of many seeking clean air
amidst the corpses of all these battlefields
If you had to name one author as your main inspiration, who would it be?