The Grand Celebration
It asks not for love, it asks not for pity
Yet mine eyes do betray me, for the feathers hath fallen
The bird is no longer; a child in its place
Her face... her face... A muse of stone and mirrors,
concealed beneath the veil of a smile
Within her hand I can see the shimmer,
the steel that screams to taste my flesh...
To unbind and unshackle me, once and forever
I am nothing again... I unravel, I dissolve...
I remember...
The image is fading, these eyes cannot see
We pray for their mercy, we pray to be free
The sky is my painting, my tears are the rain
I open these wings... and feel no more pain