The prisoner and the swan

Trapped in the aisles of the mind

Shackeled deep in the gloom where darkness is all you'll find

He moped around from the dreary dawn to the still of the night

Trapped and alone with his own demons to fight.

And into this gloom one day fell

A falling white star into the labrynth of hell

A white swan, shot down by man's arrow,

The prisoner ran to the fallen, to still the bird of its sorrow

White as snow the bird bled 

The fire in her eyes as bright as burning coal

Hurt though she was ,resilient she remained 

For the stars were here friends ,child of the wind

He cared and nursed her 

The bird in turn a companion in his darkness

Thus they were a  comfort ,each ...for each other

He stole her pain away and she in turn gave him the joy of flying in the wind 

Thus one day the swan was well once again

To fly in the realm of the gods ,amidst the forest of clouds

But the captive remained unto his own shackled to his own fears.

Yet one thing did she promise him ...

To fly into the depths of this world and still even beyond 

From the towers of heaven and unto the chasm of hades

To find him the wings and then the wind under it 

So that he too may fly free with her unto the deepest of time

And so there he stands waiting

Gazing ever on into the stars ....