No sky above this city, only smoke and grinding rings, Thin walls humming with a thousand distant things. I know the shape of living but not what makes it mine, Just borrowed instincts trailing from the spell’s design. Cold along my ribs where all the ruby dust was pressed, Heartbeat like a rumour that never reached my chest. Every breath I take is stolen from your life, Every thought arrives already written in my mind. I remember roads I never walked in time, Standing in the outline that you left behind. Am I real at all, or just your shadow in the snow? You filled my head with all your yesterdays and left me here alone. I do not need a legend, I do not need a throne, I just want the time To make some memories of my own. I remember friends with wine-warm hands and easy smiles, Fireside vows and half - believed revivals. I remember love by the Trackless Sea at night, Crystal water, jungle dark, her mouth saying your name - not mine. I remember shaping spells these fingers never cast, You could cast them all again - mine flare once and never last. I am one day of the Weave, Carrying someone else’s history. If your echoed life can move me like a story carved in stone, What could I feel for scars and joys I suffer on my own? Am I real at all, or just your shadow in the snow? You filled my head with all your yesterdays and left me here alone. I do not need a legend, I do not need a throne, I just want the time To make some memories of my own. You shaped me for the moment you had no spare heart to face, Split yourself in two and sent this half to take your place. I do not fear the shadow waiting at the end - That is what I was made for. But if I fall inside your grand design, Does that last breath still count as yours, or mine? Am I real at all, or just your shadow in the snow? You poured your life into my veins and left my future closed. I do not need a legend, I do not need a throne, I just want the time To make some memories of my own. Before the Weave lets go and all these patterns finally fall, I will not beg remembrance - I only want to know, before I am gone, That for a little while, I lived at all.
