|Once the sky was his dominion
the blue the only limit he knew-
now he can only dream of
the air ruffling his pinions
the sun warming his skin
as the fear of the depth
kills his ability to fly
|The look - so you think that you know me?
The stance - I don't need hands to touch you
The smile - wonder at what is left unsaid?
|Once he was a prince. But war came and his kingdom and his freedom was lost.
|They tried to break his pride, his body and his soul... but he would not be subdued.
|One day he will rise like a phoenix
|The price of being Love...
|He will steal your soul... and in the warmth of his keep it will find peace.
All composites © B.Rohrer
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