I am the hymn of what once was whole, a silent scribe of a vanished soul. I wear the grey of memory’s veil, In death, I speak what life won’t tell. I mark the end, yet still a prize, what name am I, from which phoenix rise?

I can wave, but I cannot see. People use me to represent something..

the moral of a stone weighs heavy on my crown, it rest in my skull as I lay on the ground, a lesson to all that even the strongest can fall.

Immortals are the land, and those who inhabit it, but they won't grant eternal life, for our fate is a gift that will follow us even beyond the circles of the world.

No matter how much you run i'll always catch up. You cannot change me. You can overcome me. I'll be in your memory