Felis catus claims the scorched Quercus shelf
I mark the page where root and rhizome delve
Bonfire light paints amber in his gaze
Kindling sparks reflect in feline haze
Ember paws on leather tomes alight
He guards the flame that never learned to die
Each blink a spark in endless winter night
The shrine remembers what the ages hide
Estus flask glints green beside his paw
I measure growth in soot and carbon score
Mossy cobble yields to velvet tread
Taxonomy of warmth in ruined floor
Ember paws on leather tomes alight
He guards the flame that never learned to die
Each blink a spark in endless winter night
The shrine remembers what the ages hide
Coiled sword stands sentinel in clay
Cat kneads the ash where pilgrims used to pray
Purr resonates like fiddle on the wind
Healing comfrey blooms where fire burned thin
No lord of cinder claims this quiet throne
Just cellulose and chlorophyll and bone
The cycle turns through frost and spring and flame
Life insists on growing all the same
Pages crisp like autumn Quercus leaves
He bats a spark that dances and believes
My latin names fall silent in the glow
Taxus baccata watches from below
Ember paws on leather tomes alight
He guards the flame that never learned to die
Each blink a spark in endless winter night
The shrine remembers what the ages hide
Dawn breaks pale on Anor Londo stone
But bonfire holds its ground won't be withdrawn
Cat yawns extends his claws in morning stretch
New growth unfurls where ash and ink etch
Ember paws on leather tomes alight
He guards the flame that never learned to die
Each blink a spark in endless winter night
The shrine remembers what the ages hide
Ember paws on leather ever bright
The shrine lives on in feline light
