My feet planted firmly in a plot of land 

My toes the roots that spread like black and green vines 

Embeddeding themselves into the very heart of the world 

Pulising through my veins, filling my lungs with fresh air 

My stedfast limbs are firm trunks

While I spread out my fingers to stroke the sea of starts

I bask in the sun shine by day and rest under the song of moonlight

I do not bend under push of wind or rumble of the earth's quake

But the soil bleeds and blackens over, cripples my roots

The axes come to tear down my solitude, my fortress of gold

Crimson and violet flames corrod my armor and melt it to pools of tears

Spilled over diamonds, splattering the stony walls with pieces of my once mighty heart

Only to be beautified by a tragic fall

Simplified to a trip, a stumble, a fall

Detached of empathy, no compassion in their glassy irises

Staring dreamily at the invisible rainbows and hues of lies

Stepping over a carred earth and weak flames of rage

Wandering forward through a narrow tunnel 

Only to step over the edge