by Aquila

Soaring through the sky
On an effortless plane
No string, no tie
To earthen terrain.

Flowering freedom
From flowing flight
Will create a kingdom
Of sun filled light

And the ethereal wings
That guide me higher
Cleanse me of the things
That my life doth tire.

Above the clouds,
I will be one with the air
But alas, dark shrouds
Mean I shall never get there

And this is so,
For as I ascended
I was shot from below
And quickly descended.

The ground hit me
With an empirical force,
And light ceased to be
As my thoughts lost course.

But, I am alive,
I survived,
I am free of pain.
Yet, maimed forever

I can never
Take to the skies again.