Twas’ You!
In a crown of thorns
Freshly exiled
Twas’ You I saw
Collapsed on mountainous enclave
Embroiled in solar complexities
Dismounted from all certainty
Brokenhearted
–
Icarus roams no skies
He sits beside me guarding cove
He who walks amongst us now
Once flew too high
Vows weave twisted gold into the seams of
Many whose only wish is that of
Is that of Triumphant Liberation.
– Artemis
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