Arched towards the path your wings have carved
Wherever it goes it summons unspeakable evils.
Should I fall, will I find refuge in a carving?
"You’re shivering like dying coal."
Tampered with and deceptively waxen
I fed the salt crests the venom of the skin
Severed from your back when you turned into a lark
"It’s forgiveness that you seek yet lack."
"It’s all part of my plan." you said
"Run fast and follow me into the woods of unrest."
I raced tragedies before my world began.
"I’ll offer you a choice once you turn around."
I chased the year and ended up in circles
Mending wounds that endlessly come but never leave.
I didn’t make it back like you have said.
"Say no more and put your brothers to rest."
#1844: WINGS © Jake Ponce [October 20, 2014, 8:21pm]