Flying through the coldest night
Kept aloft be wish and dreams,
I look out upon the shadowed depths
And the soft myriads of green.
Black wings rise up, caress my face,
Hold still and perhaps you’ll leap
To hold the keys of wisp and change
The secrets all men must reap.
You see, to fly is a dream sublime
But with black wings I rise aloft,
I myself may not choose the path,
In a whirlwind of feathers soft.
To love, to hate, to fight, a word,
To believe this world can change,
I cannot fight the truest light
In paths of my life arranged.
Author notes
Well, this started as one thing (sort of nature) and ended up totally different (kind of a DNAngel thing), random huh? Anyways, as said before, DNAngel inspired, and rhyming more than some of my more recent poems, which was also a bit strange... Thanks for reading!
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