The Final Flight
The glimmering raptor’s ceaseless flapping
The dazzling colours of her moltren drape
Her puissant screech and thundering roar
What a riveting spectacle for all to behold
The embodiment of will to power,
Why not?
After all, the Windsorian world was nothing
But her Oyster!
Alas..
The splendour of her own apparent spectacle
Blinded her to the bewitching machinations of Gaea
Being the baddest bird in the sky
Why look anywhere but down?
She fed her fledglings with the same will to power
Hoping to continue her grandiloquence in eternity
Her certain solution to the icy hand of Death
An immature answer thought up by the spell of power
Thus, her downfall was hatched within
Her fledgling had come home to roost
Whoosh! He pounced on her from above
Intoxicated by the same will to power
The myopic vanity of looking only down
Had turned her mighty wings into Achilles’ heel
As he plucked at her peck by peck
Ably aided by the weight of ever compressing space-time
She suddenly felt the laborious weight of Gaia’s gravity
Accelerating downward, she crashed straight into the ground
Her wings forever broken , the curtains drew her show to a close
Buried into the deep burrows of the earth
She remained, fighting the creations of her own apparitions
Every moment was eternity
and
Every space a judge of her vain delusion
She slowly yet surely realised her improvidence with reticence
Which surprisingly loosened the chains of her apparent appendages
Dreadful !
The incredible blare of her reckless flapping
Had actually been the enslaved echoes of her clanking chains
Shattered , she begrudgingly started to prepare
For what would be her final flight..
As all the others pitied her melancholic plight
She withdrew into her cocoon
Breaking one iron clad thread at a time …..
As time weighed down against her delicate body
Agonizing streaks of pain emerged ,
From the sudden splintering of her magnificent yet ossified chains…
Strangely, as each cell withered
She discovered immense energy nested within the harrowing pain
To her dismay she knew not, what to do…
As the body withered, the scarlet energy built
And she felt herself as an amorphous fire
An apparition free nebula of Promethean glory
Now Wiser and
Shunning the reckless flap
She patiently soaked in the coolness of the cerulean breeze…
And at a certain moment of expected randomness
She was catapulted out of her frame with a gargantuan force
But unlike before
this seemed a seamless flight,
Frightful yet delightful ,
and as she desired, powerful…
As she vacated the premises of the earth
Her stunningly diffuse form dripped below
The vermillion nectar of her profound discoveries…
Look back, she didn’t as she raced into the horizon beyond
Sensing the presence of the eternal light
However the amassed energy had gently dipped
And
In that moment
Awakened within the wisdom of conscious temperance
She smiled and smirked and flapped one final time
As she consciously galvanised and thrust herself
Into sublimation within the blazing beauty
Of a thousand splendid suns
The Final Flight…
