Do you see it in her eyes?
That distant fading memory.
Bright wide open skies,
That span past the horizons set.
Of time before the start.
Prequel of when Adam and Eve
Were born and first met.
Hidden by age and time dulled scales,
Burns fires of ancient years
Which could pale any knight,
And claws that once did grip,
With bated and excited breath,
The very edge of the precipice
Where no fear could dare to follow.
Finally when she leapt,
And unfurled her starving wings
Which feasted on the wind and breeze
She was free and living.
But now those claws are clipped
Her scales tarnished not burnished.
Her wings fold ripped and tattered.
Chained to the ground she once looked down upon.
What she was is she no more,
So let her weary mind forget
What memories she cannot endure.