Locked in the mind of chaos,
Heart enchained so splendidly
That it fails to live; drawn deep
Into the abyss, his ecstasy-laced wings
Can only slow his downward slope.
Wind blows through his hair;
He is lighter than the feathers
Keeping him aloft in air, sinews stretched,
Skin pulling screams with an echo
That reaches the bottom but does not rise.
As he descends, the hole becomes
Still darker, and the vanishing
Light above becomes ever brighter;
But when the time comes for barbarous
Repentance, will Prince Michael rise again?
Year:
2013
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