Flight

mirror reflects pools of water

dripping timelessly from

scars of a mortal coil

the majestic garden wounded.

shares her wisdom no longer

and with this... I remember...

birds of song

now but ash and ember

they lie silnet

amidst the vision

of burning trees

her eyes swollen

spilling raindrops of blood

treasures of life

scorched and ravaged

earthly seasons burned away

a memory etched

like a blackened scar on a shell

of what once was beauty

weak and fragile teardrops fill

the pools of ice

the taste of the poison filters

through every ebony sunrise

no light shines upon

the ruins of what once was

a wasteland some call home

the naked season we call...