I can�t say I�m very good at poetry, but I thought I�d give it a shot.


-Keep It Safe-

What is this?
This cage which I have woven
What binds me here?
I am a bird, a songbird
An eagle
My realm is the sky
Governed only by the crimson sunset
The golden morn
I should not be tied down
But set free!

And Yet

Here I remain.
Tethered in a prison
of my own making.
Grounded. Flightless.
Where has my song gone?
My heart, My soul
It has been ripped from my talons
Torn from my beak
And so I am searching

Not for my song, however
But for its Captor.


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Arios, in the year 135 MA.