Overgrown

Wildling.

Forlorn.

With a hidden rebel inside

Growing in the overgrown.

Order and chaos in one eternal cycle.

Casting aside the wretched and unpure.

Leaving untouched only the innocent.

Taking over the land

Taking it back from the tarnished ones

To turn it to what it was before.

Tendrils and webs sealing the door

Until the age of fire has begun.

My mind's anthem

I am the ghost of some ruins.

I was once a resident within palace walls.

Haunted I exist in the wreckage.

Clearly living in another age.

Whether it is past or future I cannot know.

Present is for sure non-existent for me.

As above so below

As for others so for me.

We live and we die

All is a dream.

We reap what we sow.

Rise and fall is all we know.

A circle with no release.

A journey with no ease.

Once again a queen without a kingdom.

Pain is revolution, acceptance is freedom.

Living in peoples minds rent free

Then being abandoned for eternity.

Seasons change but I still the same.

In this kind of world you gain only pain. 

Loving my sadness, the end is relief.

Knowing it all ends it's just a belief.