Fabled Angels
I'm not the hero
I never was
nor a songbird cloaked in black
Fabled angels
in our snowy woods
have never left a track
Now I'm free to feel
the presence...
or absence of myself
I'm free to taste
the highway salt
off the long road back to health
Now in your so-called "freedom"
where I am who I am
the me that we've forgotten
subsides into the din
subsides into the din
And so, in wordless melody
My snowstep presses in...
I fold my wings against my spine
and wink a knowing grin
to the hero that I never was
nor will ever be again.