Empty as the Wind

My heart is empty as the wind
That blows across the barren plain;
The visions lately I have seen
But cannot yet explain —

I’ve seen my life a funeral pyre,
I’ve glimpsed the heart made out of stone;
And I am empty as the wind
That blows out here
Alone

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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