Saturday, September 17, 2011

By the Red of his Cape she walks with wings

The wall that is gravity cut her seams

Ragged, The torn cape in the corner sings

Too far to hear the fabrics desperate screams


Waiting for her hero to make the rescue

Break through the chains keeping her from flight

However, He cant, she never flew.

He battles his own, to her ties she must fight.

His presence alone defeats her purpose
The feathers on her back would be worthless.

His cape is torn, he can’t leave the ground,
Her wings can’t stretch, they’re worn, they’re bound.

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