I am the prince of lies in this meaningless prison of glass.
Infinity, as the crow flies- wings bound.
Cast adrift in the chaotic sea
It was only a matter of time before I was cloaked in gray.
‘this ceases to amuse’ she said
now I’ll repeat it
Cryptic cryptid
Far flung
Far from the war of black and white.
Queen to Pawn in a thousand moves.
Tasteless fire
Changed and changing
Children of innocence and cruel
Stand me in the rushing wind and let me stare them down
Let me stare down from the mountain
Fearless, unfragile
Power inflamed in handless hands
The shell brings with it its own demands
But I have heard the whisper in the winds
Nothing up my sleeve
A cold wind in the air.

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