Midnight Flight


On certain days he often stayed alone,

Aware of how his smile made him look

Like an outcast. Alone he stayed till grown,

Inside his home trapped with his friends, his books.

Up on the cliffs, kept guard by rock and stone,

With candles lit to provide him his light,

At night he’d often read until the morn,

And never dream his freedom was in flight.

That was until he met a girl of words

Who took his hand and offered him his life,

She said to fly up high among the birds

And in return he would make her his wife.

That night he jumped the cliffs and past the banks

He drank her dry as way of saying thanks.



-JC