Though I entered the shell in a larvael form, absent my wings

I emerged from that cocoon floating above these material things

I won't be coerced into the rocks when the siren sings

From atop the clouds I have a clear view of the globe through the smoke rings.

How long has it been since I lived life through the eyes of an eagle?

And how long will it be before my death passes me by through the eye of a needle? 

Fading from good yet I fear no evil I've stretched the boundaries of an expanded consciousness yet my mind has grown feeble

I'm drawn to the darkness like multitude of moths to the flames

Tethered to the shadows these silhouettes have no names 

The beast is not privy to the woes of the one that tames

The lion tamer is incognizant to the despondency of the one who maims


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