His wings fluttered behind him,
As he descended from the damson sky.
His feet landed upon the tallest cliff.
The wind weaved through his feathers,
Like that of a lover's caress.
He looked beneath at Caeli.
The hidden entombment of his court,
Where the dreams of his people thrived.
The murmur of the city reached him,
Each going about their pursuit.
The stars that littered across the dark sky,
Breathtaking it was, for those who dreamed.
And he would fight for them,
Till his last breath is taken from him.
His wings spread open behind him,
He leaped off the cliff and soared.
With the wind against his face and wings.
He flew higher and higher,
Till he was among the stars.
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The Beauty of Chaos
PoetryShe was a writer, the one who lived in her imaginary world. Her lips do not speak, but her pen does. Her ink filled pages gave lives to fantasy. She dreamed timelessly of the things that can never happen. When the monsters were at bay, she wrote, of...
