Old Man.

you’ve run out of all your magic, old man
you’ve hurt me as much as you can for one man
your spells are all broke
your stones just sink

your words are a whisper

and now without the twists of your knife
the tears in my sky have all but dried
my sun has set fire to all your lies
my days are bright and
oh. how. they. shine.

not even your shadow can make me cold
now it’s just old, holed

and alone

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