Vicious smoke, shredded legs Pincushion of glass Forwards I push, crawl Unto this desiccated land. I am weak, ill Teetering on the brink of death; Still I am called, beyond By lark songs with no name. Enticed, by nameless words With the strength that still remains-- Tendons, they lift my aimless form Bones, they hold together my soul. Mind's clutter, sadness stripped Melted away like rainwater.
My eyes, set before a canvas; Transdimensional green, Bleeding into paradise; Glistening cerulean streams No time to fear or cower Before this bliss world unseen I heard, through birds, their souls Lost voices amass Of the fallen, by verdant wyvern devoured. You will not have me; My will is mighty Watch as I soar: With Aquila wings Hear my soul roar.
