I watched the feathers (closely) as they hovered above fire This season has drawn them down to perish (into nothing) The crown is growing, inhale the smog The blaze reminds me of my trail to walk alone I wear the antlers of the Grim The sun deceived me I felt the tremor inside A sudden shift, a new approach No reason to hold on, I detach my wings and fall Counting off my failures to find the measures of crucial weight We live to surrender We crawl to perish in dust We dwell in doubt among fools We starve in seclusion I wear the antlers of the Grim The sun deceived me Loss