Key
All I gotta do
Is die
For those wings
To set
And fly
Skirt
The lows of time
Before I am asked
Again
To dine
And
If I were
An Albatross
Sailors of yore
Would call
And point
Smile upon my path
Rejoice
In the omen
Of my presence
Before
The wind picks up
And I
Fade
Into cloud an time
Where we are
But memories
Imprinted upon
A verse
That slowly spins
Around
That void
Death
You are not
My curse
Just my jailers
Key
Copyright © Dominic Middleton | Year Posted 2020
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