*attached with a claw mark into the tree, black crystal specks left behind*

whaT you fEaR is what I breathe,
what you Dream is what I see.
what she gave is whAt i need,
what yOu take will break my creed.
the fLow in which I find liFe,
the flow in which i found death,
upOn each own’s fReedom wE find SighT.
who will live and slay or grow and die,
you break the mirror between the lives
of those who dream and those who reviVE
dreamS long PAst, content to die
to close the Window iNto your lives.

*Signed with a paw mark*