Sigil

By tomorrows final light

I'll be there to see it end

with my ancient eye keeping still

As the world reaps

what it has sown

Young saplings wither

by the frond

children dead under the sun

the world is dead

o' the world is dead

yet I am still here

eye of the old

man in his bark

roots of legs

I am here

I am here

Not yet dead under the chains of the glory