Recovery

The child stretches out his healed wings
As a bird of sky, shouldn’t be Earth-bound

He feels the wind again striking his face
Rejoices at wholeness; without rebound

What he didn’t know then was, no matter
How beautiful a rose is, it still has thorns

So he begins again, seeking pastures new
Leaving behind all them deceitful dawns

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The Fall

He crashed onto the surface of earth
As his queen had left to his surprise

His flame waning, his valor was bruised
His wings torn by the fall from the skies

He wasn’t hurting, but numb through pain
Lying there on dust, broken and helpless

Though he must find shelter and revive
That he must find a way out of this mess

The child has now once flown through sky
And he surely knows the might of flight

He longs to return, to be one with wind
To rise above ground, beyond this plight