Those that stand the tallest here, this world will cause to fall

Taranis chose the fallen night to split the hour that often softens,
Imposing pressure, caressing me, lulling me to feel the call.
Quietly then, he seemed to sigh, soothing me to nurture caution -
‘Those that stand the tallest here, this world will cause to fall’.
 
Splintered bark, the yawling growl announcing union overlooked,
How slicing struck the scolding grip, splitting, spitting slivered gleams,
Who can trace this instance’ source, now envoy of this stark rebuke,
Or is it invitation only, this sudden thrust to the mouldered dream?
 
How I’ve felt the blackest depths but shared the days that kept me bright,
How I yearned for summers’ thrall then leaned upon still winters’ shoulder.
But the covenant I’ve lately made will never now revive,
These limbs and feelings now denied the yoke of growing one day older.
 
Motionless but seldom still, I would not shun the strange fire’s advent,
Only sheltered few are shocked by debt come due in flashes of command.
And it’s not for me to misconstrue the language of the adamant.
We offer here what we can, as we share the single mind.  
 
Never have I claimed high ground or lent certainty to permanence,
Bounded only by these worthy limits and beholden to exchange.
Splintered branch or soaring crown, expressing every element,
To spurn the flash that razes ruin leaves your roots estranged.
 
And now a crowd of crows collude, flitting for the insect spoils,
No fetid ending or worthless fade, lying eager for the doling out.
Whilst below, extending tendrils clench me through the trampled soil,
In slow return, surrendering to the rule the fool would flout
 
Remote and lonely stares arrive, some sighing for a seeming loss,
Only sheltered few are shocked by debt come true in a world which only lends,
Bereft as October butterflies, they think themselves just passersby
Thinking ‘those that stand the tallest here, this world will always end’.