The Stolen Wings


The Stolen Wings
He was called the god of wings
He flew beyond the height of the cloud
Conquer the space with his golden wings that spin and sprint
Until in the mid summer when his heart got split and stolen
He was a king that many kings dreamt to be
Until in the mid summer, he knew no queen of his
The summer brought him the invisible goddess of beauty
Whom he met when stormed the cloud and made it split from the sea
He got all he wanted and he became as blind as he is with his eyes that sees
She taught him of his power he never used and told him that was his sins
Made him pull his wings for stronger wings that would make him lead
Not does he knew that is weaker wings were stronger than the stronger wings
He flew high into the sky and woke below the ocean he had always seen
From the strength of his golden wings
Then he rose up to call his queen, the one he gave the weaker wings
She went to him with all he seek and pushed him down below the blue sea
Where she watched him made her home sank with his golden wings
Then she said:
Are you not that king that made the mountain sleep?
Were you not the one that turns a hut into a fortress with gaze?
For many a year, I have been keeping a burning flame inside my well
Knowing I have what it takes to quench the pain that awaked the unwanted flame

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