Taken root

My shadow has been exposed one time too many, fetching my long disappeared vicious anger as a boy who finally found his way out from the entangled woods, heading his way home, hungry and desperate.

Brick walls are no longer surrounding my castle; the thundering shield that spared the poor remains as an abandoned memory for the mob.

My flooded moat is all that has been left behind and it has taken root.

Remainings of the end

Against your profound observation, I stand naked; rigid and pure as intended to be from the beginning of time.

I am aware the moon has always been following my footsteps, as escorting his only precious; embraced by the loneliest, I feel no need to repay any kindness. I was the one who carried its surrounded stars in my bleeding hand.

The spring has gone now, the spring has moved on to another place, and I am staying foot, remaining unmoved by the wind; not ready to leave.

I am the only thing which is genuine and I need you to define me.