The Peregrine

- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter II - Poem II -

A wise man once said,

“Wild winds will snuff out the fragile flame”

He rose by other names, ones that brought shame

Warnings whispered, cautions fell,

But he stood proud, defying the swell,

The flock cried “Beware, he’ll lead you astray,

Protect your tender hearts,

For the sky takes all away”

Only the reckless dare such heights,

The peregrine’s wings cut through the night

A wise man once said,

“One black feather, disrupts the white fields,

To chase the winds of yonder, is a refusal to yield”

They locked me in cages and clipped my taloned dreams,

But the peregrine flies where silence screams

I left behind my fame, my ties,

Protected my tender heart,

And tore through the lies

They called me lost, a soul undone,

But I saw the dawn where others saw none

The devils that haunt you are close and near,

The peregrine rises when the brave know no fear

I left the nest, a familiar precipice shore,

To hunt in the skies, untouched before

So they speak of me as a cautionary tale,

The son who fell, who dared the gale

In my decent I found my call,

To break from grace is not a fall at all

A wise man once said,

“Beware the peregrine” they cry aloud

“It’s a shadow above the drifting clouds”

His wings bring summer storms, his flight brings pain

I stabbed my tender heart,

For the peregrine leaves no chains

The winds remember, the heavens sing,

Of those who dare to fly and whose calls ring

And when fire rains down from fractured skies,

And my name burns bright before it dies,

They’ll tell of me, the bird who flew,

Who lost it all, but found what’s true

The peregrine’s path is sharp and steep,

Yet it always wakes a soul that dares to leap,

So, hold your tender heart, and take flight,

I am the peregrine, I am here to turn my fury to might