Palantirqueen

Forced back How's it feel? To be told You're not real? Pushed from the plane Falling from the sky Grab the clouds as they rush by What shapes do they make? Do they show who you are? Mirror the person you hide? As the shadows cross your skin Steal the light that you crave Will you just give in, let them win? Crashing into it like a wave? To late You hit the ground Take Deaths cold kiss From skeletal lips No blood from the broken shell Nothing left that you can tell