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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