I used to fly on gossamer wings of ice
Until the sun struck me down.
It cut me open and watched my heart bleed
On the sky, the clouds, the wind.
It wove my life into ruby vines
That touched a golden ocean,
And stained the cerulean fibers
Various shades of purple.
The clouds were dipped into the paint
The paint that was my soul
And now their wispy forms are red and blue
I fell to earth and shattered,
My wings of ice destroyed
And everything about me torn out and used as toys.
Brutal god of wonder
Vicious god of light
How cruel you are to rob me of my flight.