The air grows cold as fog rolls in,
This is as thick as its ever been...

The chains are broken,
The cage is open...

You lay me down and unbind this chain,
Keep me safe from all the pain...

Walking the world on war torn lands,
The government holds all the power in their grimey...

It was a cold dark night,
With snow as high as the knees...

An expansion of ones mind,
An extra eye for the physically blind...

Even with its wisdom and knowledge,
It's giant wings speared and chained...

*this is not a poem, this is a short story. This...
Our tale takes us back to a time when pirates...

Black bag, painted skin,
No stains on the carper, to the freezer then...

It was quiet that night,
But different, not the same...

Empty words followed by false actions,
Trapped in a carnival, my heart, these scars...

'twas a simple plan that he had,
All was going smooth until he slipped and it all...