Cheshire Cat - Nidhoggr

-Cheshire Cat-

Opening my eyes, I see all that has awoken before me.
Bodies of a dying species strewn across a wasteland.
Sleeping ever so silently in a timeless image of three.
And all I can do for these poor souls trapped in a domain
Is to cry and hope my blood is green enough for their throats.
So my blood runs dry and I am addicted to sorrow.
Of which sorrow I suffocate in the remains of a tree.
Electricity coursing through my body, I realize my life.
Or is it simply my death? Or perhaps my dream? My ascension even?
And in Uffish thought I stay for quite some time, sipping wine thoughtfully.
While the darkness and void flows from me like an open wound.
Surround by this encompassing lifeline of nectar, here I die.
I'll stay here in this winter devoid of thoughts, anger, and love.
Feeding off of the revolting loss of life and lackluster dreams.
While pointing and laughing, my hand turns to light, a flame.
But I still cannot focus on the green before me.
And so I sigh and look away, I saunter off to find my hammer and nails.
Yet I am incapable of motion of any sort, and wonder the reason.
For I am the carpenter, I simply must continue the wharf and the boats.
But there is one thing stopping me. I can feel the pinprick in my veins.
Looking inside, I extinguish that flame with a simple twirl and click.
I smile to myself, then frown. I am capable of movement, but not life.
So I'll just stay here in this land void of mind and slowly waste away.
To be devoured by the harpies circling overhead, to see my ending day.

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