Fallen and torn asunder
left alone in this dark place
as one caresses ones own
shredded & torn
shattered wings
from the flight of flights
crashed and burned
ripped and broken
as one fell
slowly to earth
as if from grace
from the thousand year war
that wages still
above me so
my uttered words fallen
on but many a deaf ear
who wouldn't hear them so
for self gain
personal favour
for the higher echelon
that will be a throne
or two perhaps
good versus misguided
sides drawn in the clouds
whilst the master
weeps gently in the corner so
friend against friend
brother against brother
in the hope
their save the day
my fight it is not
nor will be
as my outstretched wings
dry in the sun
as if a emerged butterfly
wondering
what it is to be but human
and
are they really worth
the fight
that rages above
me so
~X~