The world has changed,
the blood cries to me every night,
screaming through my veins
and the veins of my heirs.
It can feel the doors closing,
feel the separation, the desperation
the fear eating at people’s bones.
Old as I am, the locks have never been used.
A person could walk from here to the other side
and back again.
Yet orders have been given, magic has been stripped
and we have been exiled,
the youngest forced to spill their life force
to form the seal.
There will be no more of us now.