Head up, into this cage
hands bound, victimless rage
silent rebellion, years too late
quieted passion submits to this fate.
Long waited, shorn from vaulted perch
guilt admitted, caught in hell’s church
gilded links, chained from the light
honor’s sentence, burial without fight
Time passes; cold bars become warm
wings clipped, this cage becomes home.
mind's corners, once sharp become soft
tarnished pride, once held high aloft.
Winter’s grey settles over the soul
reliving joy once upon did it know
condemnation, twilight coming too slow
resignation, offering time for coal.
Years hence dust covers empty prison
out of silence healed spirit has risen.
Shackle's scars in witness are borne
honor's redemption from this soul has been torn.