Beneath the soil, in a tomb of roots,
I slumbered in shadows, bound by boots
Of earth and stone, of time and sleep,
A secret kept in the cavern deep.
But then, a tremor—a whisper, a thread,
A call through the darkness, a voice long dead.
The stars leaned close, their lanterns alight,
And pierced the veil of my endless night.
The sun, like a golden smith, struck fire,
A forge for my heart, a furn...
