Gaze into the mirror searching for answers  

Blindfolded, 

bound by crows

unable to gaze

beyond the veil,

I choose helpless

and wallow 

in a sword pronged

dungeon. 

To be black with wings

is better than none. 

As the night sky –

a portal of possibilities –

beckons me

only my shackled 

screams can reach 

that high

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