In the realm of gods we dwell
No mortal eyes should ever see
The beauty of a whitened sky
The calmness of a wind-ruled realm.
The gods of sky do let us dwell
If only for a time
Amongst their endless Parthenon
Of blues and grays and whitened hues.
The earthen gods do call us
To join them once again
And so we heed their silent call
And leave the realm of moon and sun.
An endless realm of beauty
Of peace and thundered wrath
We soar along at their own whim
We mortals slave to elements.
By their grace we wingless ones
Will throw our own dice at will
A game of chance
A game of skill
A game of life or death.
Forever reaching
Forever grasping
Forever soaring skyward
We try to fly
Into the sky
And into stars beyond.
So say a prayer
And say “goodbye”
To all your earthbound rules.
You’ve left their realm
And now you sit
In the winged one’s own hall.