Lifted upon the wings of what is to be
carried upon the winds of yesterday
Fighting the shards of the here and now
soaring to the rainbow’s display
Destiny painted by colors of the soul
distorted by shades of deceitful gray
Crystal members of the high council
shattered by the silence of a hopeless scream
Purity is quickly subdued and slaughtered
with the manifestation of the ego’s dream
Worthy of only the spontaneity of life
it is not the reality that it seems….
My wings are tattered by the torrents of fate,
ears are deaf to the siren’s song.
My heart is weary and nearing jade
I must conquer the war within.
Breathing life from the depths of chaos
the life giving sun begins to arise
Shadows chase each other into the sea
leaving only fire in my eyes….
©Feb 26, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic