Unchained

Within, one word remains,
fear blossoms; language's a cage,
passion bereft does not retain,
the word, so beauty shall rage.

With the word, can I aspire you to heaven?
Hope diminishes; it does not sustain,
faith is lost; my trepidation deafens,
your glory shall rise, while I remain.

I care not if my desire do the gods offend,

may your ears catch this word I offer to the wind.


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