shrouded in twilight
they pray to their master
honor our birthright, Lord
help us grow faster
we're yearning to bathe
in your glorious rays
keeping our faith
in your life giving ways
but there's no answer
the solstice invades
no necromancer
to bring back their shades
and so they strip
laid bare by the season
roots grab and grip
branches begging for reason
green -- but with envy
for evergreen brothers
such though is life
we all seek what is others'
Author notes: wc 81 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2788878-Fantasy-1056
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