Air

We must rise from the pollen and spread like the ashes

A count going down as the daylight sun crashes

Four glorious tales to speak in the breeze

The swooning young chant like a blinding decree

Some lies will not make it past folly and dime

Yet still we chase solemn speech from time to time

A brick and mortar village

A casper in waiting

To those we won't pillage

And chastise for failing

She wants to see peace and he wants to rejoice

But vicious thin binding rings drown out their voice

Reach for the shortened wing

Wispy frayed tongues will sing

Twine the re-soldered edge

Just to cripple and bend the pledge

Fortitude fronts the behavioral bridge

Thought to recede when given a smidge

Corporal punishment blisters the partridge

The cardinal shot with the last empty cartridge

A swan sings it's song as the curtains swing closed

An echo remains as the tune is composed

Filling the staff but without a last note

Because it belongs to the air