White Flowers

By: Aeryllin Posted on: November 29, 2012

~ White Flowers

I ignore the frustration, the pain, and try

To find myself again, standing on this frozen peak

Deep in the Vashnars, clouds heavy in the sky

Snowflakes swirling, a whirlwind of pale, white flowers

The wind scours through me, caressing skin with frigid claws

Its voice whispering, whistling a quiet requiem in my ear

Rifling through tattered feathers, and breathless, I pause

But the wind cruelly passes on, the moment gone

My heart cries out in protest, breaking anew

For the skies that were taken from my reach

I stood on high, felt the wind, but still I knew

This wound would never, could never be healed

The fight had been vicious, bloody and long

All of Cyrene gathered to fight off the raiders

I proudly stood with them against the enemy throng

To give my life if needed in order to protect

As it happened, I did not fall that day

All was going well, the enemy tide was turned

We noticed too late as the dragon rose, entered the fray

All the world erupting in pain as jaws closed around me

The dragon was slain, but I lay broken and bleeding

My body twisted and torn, my wings horribly shattered

I felt my lifeblood flow around me, consciousness receding

Nothing but blackness to catch me as I fell

When I awoke, I lay amazed and awed

I hadn't been sent to walk Maya's Hall after all

But it was with horror I learned my healing was flawed

My shattered wings beyond redemption

What is an Atavian that cannot fly?

The world loses its color, drenched in grounded pain

To never again taste the wind, embrace the sky

Forever bound, restrained, a noose tight around the heart

On this mountaintop, looking out, I can almost feel

Almost believe I can soar again, fly

I start to move slowly, then faster, in a trance, unreal

And exultation floods me as I dive into space

The wind fills my ears in a familiar rush, I smile

My wings trailing behind me like tattered sails

Ice starting to cling as I spin, all the while

Reveling in the glory of my last flight

I know a profound sense of silence, of peace

Spiraling down amidst the swirl of snow

I am made whole again as I take the sky, release

And dreams draped in white flowers come true