Guardian

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I was aching perfection,

Looking down from on high,

Highest of a selection,

That nightly stalked the sky

Till I turned coat, fading darker greys,

Unwove the whispered Cage of Lies,

As shadowed secrets loosened stays,

And captured all that dies,

Feathers ripped from my shoulder blades,

The cards were dipped in black,

Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, Spades,

Across the deck spread cracks

The shattered illusion sits in glass,

In ribbons of sweetest sound,

The pain will eventually come to pass,

Though sinners are forever bound

I slunk through the deepest, darkest murk,

Let no one see the colours

To the lowest forms of humanity,

Trodden down by all others,

I still sit by my mirror

And write all the reflected words,

Black and white striped sinners;

I fold them into birds

I hope that one day I will fly

Again on borrowed paper wings

To once again see the world from sky,

And keep you from such things.

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