Prophecy:

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~