broken winged

an eagle could not fly

so she dove down to earth

caught the pharoah’s eye

he liked the hurt bird

and without a word

ordered her taken care of

 

nights they’d watch

the moon unfurl

itself from the sky

his love healed her heart

but still she could not fly

 

deep in the darkness a coup

burnt his palace to the ground

and slaughtered his child

dethroned

he wandered

the desert alone

 

broken hearted

the king could not sing

so he laid

in the salt to die

 

above the cloud

he heard his eagle cry

with swift wings

she brings

a sack of water and gold

 

days went by

and the water went dry

fearing for her life

he left

while she slept

plunging into the depth

of the sun

he bargained his soul for her to be spared

 

where she lay in the sands

rose a lush mountain

she screamed to the heavens

abandoned

lonely

until her claws were stone

awaiting his return.