A child, locked in a brick house is praying;
Praying for the humble wish of nothing.
Tears of stone fall from the eyes of a reluctant child
as he discovers a key in his grasp,
as he begins to acquire an understanding for the key s existence,
just as it vanishes into the darkness of light;
Causing a chortle and soon a upward movement of his lips.
A sign of happiness within entrapment.
A friend s ecstatic yell from the outer boundaries of an unwelcome
abyss,
cause the child s ears to close and then disappear.
The friend scowls from the other side;
An endeavor to awaken curiosity.
The child grows pallid wings on his strained back.
Yet he remains within the house of brick,
Wings spread like a phoenix.
Desiring to escape
While praying to remain still, absolutely still.
The friend is no longer a friend,
Horns of crimson sprout from his head
as the child becomes a god, a god of gray.