FLi AwAy

i looked at the stars one night
and wanted to be free
i pictured myself flying through them
with him right at my side.

when i discovered my lover
i knew that there was truth
that i could only have him
and not those wings i so desired.

Satan gave me truth
knowledge and also the power
to decide if my freedom
was worth more to me than his heart.

i thought about it so carefully
and pictured my love's blowing hair
if there was anything that i had wanted
it was freedom.

but i thought on it again
would i want to share the sky with him?
of course
i would.

but that was not the deal
i would either fly high myself
or stay at ground and love
the choice was up to me.

i asses my values each night
while riding thoughts of imagination
and sitting there beside me?
it's Kyle's perfect face.

His hazel eyes glow into mine
with a strength and might of wings
wings that allow me to fly in a
whole other way.

Satan asked me what my choice was
and this time i was ready to answer
i didn't need freedom,
i said.

Why?

because being with this creature
gives me all the flight i could ever demand
all the freedom
all the will.

Congratulations,

he said.

my expression faded
into my face
what is he thinking?
i wondered.

and then he said it.

You have mastered complete Satanic love
love him to the very last tip
of the feathery hide upon your back
and you WILL fly.

i smile and look at him every day.
Satan sits behind me
and smiles
i think he's proud of my choice.

i got what i'd always wanted.
freedom, flight
and well... LOVE.

i did it.