I have limbs but no fingers or toes
And buried claws that reach below my seat.
I taunt lightning
And shed my only warmth during the cold
I am as old as my jewelry
Which marks my identity.
I have limbs but no fingers or toes
And buried claws that reach below my seat.
I taunt lightning
And shed my only warmth during the cold
I am as old as my jewelry
Which marks my identity.