"Again.."

Ash escapes yellow steeples

refreshed aspect

to when the eagle clipped it's wings

Icarus tumbles

flailing against fate

would he rather have faced the flames?

At first there was pain

hindsight removed

So absurd it seemed

that laughter took it's place

"Again..."

Here hollow now, it reaches it's ever determined end

Bled like promise preceded

wishing ever that

wings would sprout

and bear us from this fate