Alone on the edge of a scarlet cloud
reaching out beyond the sky
towards the crystal snakes.
Reaching out for their guidance
to teach me how to fly.

Beasts of stained glass circle me
asking for my trust and faith.
They raise my cloud into the night,
telling me they will show me flight.
They will teach me to soar through skies.

Suddenly the serpents stop,
each rising to face me with their grins.
They begin tearing my cloud apart
laughing at the idea of my thoughts.
Shredding them into pieces as I fall.

As I'm plummeting down to the surface,
power emanates throughout me.
Power to prove them wrong, to shatter them
with every ounce of emotion I can gather.
Exploding with power, I sprout my scarlet wings

Now I reach out to the sky.
Towards the crystals snakes and their laughter.
Towards the ones who shouldn't of taught me
how to fly.

© Robert Taylor