On a cobbled, stone path,
standing wind-struck in bare thought.
Bound by an unseen fist on my shoulders;
The hooks that carve me hollow.
Wings take form and spread my thought-
whispering winds that issue
from the willows I'm perched upon
vicariously.
The wind releases within me
a spirit that soars under to carry me distances
I've never dreamed before.
The black and sordid nature of my flight
Sinks deep into my skin and
I'm permeated with the essence of the night.
The piercing eyes that soar;
my mind's eye.
Gazing crimson and crooked
on the ground into the heart
of every person below
With shadowy intent
in their dreams, stalking quietly
behind their minds.
Listening like a silent killer
as they smile for a lust that grows deep
Living for every moment
that was not theirs to keep,
Poisoning them so that
I'd know we were different
and I could step away from that
and say I was alive.
Loved the flow and the metaphors. The message is inspiring. And I loved your quote too. Thanks for sharing.