I am hunted desired converted above all,
To waltz with me is to risk damnation and illation,
From the breath of a butterfly’s kiss to times eternal rotation,
Even the poorest soul can be moved upon high by my mere embrace,
Pinnacles of civilisations have been dashed on my shores,
Once touched even scared souls desire me,
My favour can outlive the stars themselves sparkling
brighter than eternity,
I touch with a feather brushing across lives
disappearing with the night,
I appear but can never be summoned to dance to
someone else’s whim,
Wrapped in clouds soaring with eagles
embraced by adulation I am.
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