precious amiss

its a deep, throbbing motion kills
one moment forgetful, then it comes back
mood changes, at loves own will
a journey we all must take, some lack

bursts of red, palms sting
numns down to ice, only stone
fire burns up, your wings
white matter evovles at the bone

you fly high to the sky, embedded with love
swopping down to dungens of hell, gate welcomes you
clipped wings, weak, but fragile as a dove

eyes flare
thoughts trickle back
demands emergae and beware
before the heart is attacked