Ah that I might fly with the wings of freedom into the light of the sun
Nevermore to return again to the deepest dark of the realm unknown
To fly as with the fleetest wings of an angel untethered and unstrung
Swiftly straight as the line of an arrow with its purpose as deadly clung.
Mild be the wind that wafts me to the end my journey thus over and done
Let there be none to feel the loss or question why once after I’ve begun
Be it done in the silent midst of their slumber far long before their sun
Rises in the shadowed sky to awake the ungodly din which could come
Soon in the wake of my dangerous flight as all regrets and hopes are flung
To the nymphs of the heavens above in the thunder of their cries belong
The tears of the ungodly and the damned the pittance of their grief now gone
To serve another master and seek another world whence to dwell upon.
Claire V. Bogdanos 