Wax and Metal
Singing silver in the sky,
thinks that life won't pass her by,
on wings of silver she will fly,
avoiding land where dead ones lie.
Metal feathers and waxen wings,
he didn't listen to a father's teachings,
only was told to pack his things,
should have remembered what flying high brings.
Golden eyes and feathered hair,
deep-set pupils take chance to glare,
both will not fly in their domain,
metal wings always bring pain.
Copyright © Eliana Patt | Year Posted 2016
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