Nothing Left

once great in light
to be found
now in dark, I am crowned
the wither'er, under the bark

I stood tall ,
upon the clouds
wishing, wondering
waiting to be found.
chopped and hacked,
until I fall,
amongst the decaying,
the new ground.

The wispers of the crown,
the once king,
who can't be found.

I can go,
I can stay.
but to start
your new day.

I soared high above,
to crash so hard.
Bury me, bury me,
in my yard...
eddieg420 eddieg420
May 14, 2012