Daughter Of The Hollow Tree

The wind does not forget the names
Of those who speak in root and flame

I was born where the birch trees bend
By a stream that swallowed men
The sky was dark, the fire cold
But my breath was new, and my heart was old

My mother sang to the silent stone
My hands were shaped by bark and bone
The runes would turn beneath my feet
And all I touched forgot to sleep

I am the daughter of the hollow tree
Shadow-walked and spirit-free
Storm may break and time may flee
But the gods still whisper back to me

I walked alone through moss and mist
Held the sun in a frozen fist
I gave my voice to beast and crow
And asked no name for what I know

Old paths break, the veil grows thin
And those who seek, must look within

I am the daughter of the hollow tree
Rooted deep in mystery
Stone may crack and stars may die
But I will sing, and so shall I

The wind does not forget the names
Of those who burn, and still remain