A storm is coming where there is no running./ Skyfire booms and forks through a jet black sky./ Cold rain pelts feathers, and wind whirls wings arry./ Pushed and pulled, purchase nulled, with no end in sight./ Heart a thrumming and a mind to match the precarious flight./ Loose a breath and folding wings, to fall and surrender being./ Within the chasm, a warming glow, a flicker like stars in that vast expanse./ A serene state, like an albatross riding on a wind wave./ A current for trust, a mind like sky, knowing wings will open when the time is right.

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