"Gryphon" by Kathleen Morgaine Haubrich

Aloft upon the breath of wind and borne away on wings that dance, I want you ever with me. I flinch and strain and cut in trance and break the boughs of thistledown.

Want fingertips to trace my skin and serpent's veins to gather round, to judge my path, repent the chosen. The Heresy, the relic of virginity, demeans my woeful tongue.

She parted ways then, with the gryphon, whose wings untangled, severed hence.  Ever I shall scorn the frost, wary of its stars uncrossed, atoned and jailed, though never lost.

The glass did show form true to me, expressed in song's faint melody. Oft I but Seer the life, the gift of strife and shed eternity. I'll taste you and your remedy, and writhe in filth and agony.

Bestowed, deceived and beat by one who see's my weaker, tender brand. Weary limbs shall fail me not, but trick me hand in hand. Whirlwinds serene, and battles calm, a moor deems here a lovely home, when vigor's lost, and dust restored, a simple burial gown is sewn.