break the chains

it was an enigma of fate I implored towards the date was I too late it smiled sweetly that it ached Farewell seemed a day too soon to embrace a peculiar yet familiar stranger A time to ruminate etched in memory ricocheting beyond imagery was I too weak in spirit Or too much For the sovereign dictator who pacified his captors with ghastly talons of a regal raptor chains embossed in gold tugging my weeping limbs but not my inner child she gleefully tosses the sparks that light ablaze an inferno that rights the wrongs towards the northern gate a storm unfolds a blank slate a subterfuge in formation towards the Eastern gate a beacon to reckon with a caveat to forfeit to a mirthless daunting aftermath a symphony of maudlin warmth told as tales for years to come