Devoured by the Oak, Pt. 2 - Cân Bardd

Isolated in my warm amber

So frail and beautiful

How long will you protect me

From these souvenirs I can’t remember

The roots of my ache are hidden

In your wooden and saintly frame

Accompanying the sunset of my soul

Forging my house built in sorrow

The night is falling

The stars are calling me

My last breath is a present

To the Oak that made me leave

White pearl flowing on my skin

Reflecting the green trees

Aspiring what remains

From my heart on this earth

The darkness swallows m

On its unknown circle

Just to make it brighter

And to finally dvour my pain