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A god is dead
I cannot speak
A name is lost
My lips are sealed
Oblivati mori
Padded paws wandering a twilight forest
Sitting in the clearing
Fireflies dancing to the chorus of crickets
Stars twinkling in the deep purple above
Sisters laughing about nonsense
It was ripped from me
I snarled, fangs bared
Yellow eyes glared at the world
If only I was permitted to attack who harmed
What I had cherished
There was an undeniable pull
A shift in my form
I begged to those below my pedestal
But they did not listen
Because they believed in their pride
An empty shell is easier to mold
Heaviness weighed me down
If I curled up in the moon
And disappeared forever
Would I then be free?
Worshippers shape the worshipped
What I am owed is forgotten
I hide myself in what I cannot change
There is a beast inside and a piece broken
But I must accept it
I am grace
I am elegance
I am the moon
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They destroyed everything I loved
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A god is dead
I cannot speak
A name is lost
My lips are sealed
Oblivati mori
There are four of us
The warmth I feel makes me smile
Sun sparkles against white snow
The world is balancing
Only we can change it
A fierce blizzard picked up
Mere mortals froze in my frenzy
The frost bit
The wind chilled
It was not the only storm that raged on
My siblings begged me
I cried right back
In a world of giants I still had no power
I wished for a chance to restore her
But no one believed in who she was
That winter was the worst ever seen
Desolate and alone
Untouched snow and caves without an echo
No fires could sustain their strength
Snowflakes dripped down my cheeks
I have not yet lost my own identity
The embrace of my followers
Reminds me of past kindness
I cling to it like my last lifeline
And wish for their pain to be erased
I am cold
I am gentle
I am the winter