The Grand Celebration

See the bird and its opulent beauty

it asks not for love, it asks not for pity

yet mine eyes do betray me, for the feathers hath fallen

the bird is no longer, a child in its place

her face... her face... a muse of stone and mirrors.

concealed beneath the veil of a smile.

within her hand I can see the shimmer.

the steel that screams to taste my flesh...

to unbind and unshackle me, once and forever

I am nothing again. I unravel. I dissolve... I remember...

The image is fading, these eyes cannot see

we pray for their mercy, we pray to be free

The sky is my painting. my tears are the rain

I open these wings... and feel no more pain