Through the Aer
Taking to wing, I change my profile.
Becoming a bird, the clouds I beguile.
Along with the leaves, I take to the sky.
The deer on the islands see me soaring by.
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A woodcutter waves, I flap my wings.
I surf through a cloud, not a delicate thing.
The sun starts to set, yet I stay in flight.
I only land with the coming of night.
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The shapes by the lake do their eternal dance.
Slowly they move, they're not ones to prance.
Come a new day, I hold an orb of light.
It shines through the rain, I watch in delight.
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Night comes again, and once more I fly.
Soaring and weaving through the clouds of the sky.
I come to a tomb, a garden, a gate.
A place to rest all our love and our hate.
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I wonder sometimes, up among the flowers.
Am I living my life in an ivory tower?
Caught up in the air, ignoring below,
A place that I've been told never to go.
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As I think on this, a strange darkness falls.
Not of the night, it brings horror's call.
A creature crawls up, come from the below.
A malignant being, to bring sorrow.
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This land in the air, it's come to defile.
All that is good, is what it reviles.
So I once more, must take to the wing.
To fly like a raptor, not be one to sing.
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Such is my fate, the way of the air.
To fly on hope's wings, not ones of despair.
So this creature I'll face, I'll stand for the light.
In dusk in day, through twilight and night.
A/N
Idea for this came from the Aer concept trailer, hence basing the poem's narrative on it. Parameters of the challenge I took that led to said idea was to write a poem using the words "profile," "defile," and "ivory."