wanderlust

she’s got stars on her lips
and galaxies in her eyes
hopes in her mind
and her feathers among wind

she has no master to answer to
no god or devil can contain her in their grasp
how could they possibly predict that bundle of windstorms?
Mithrals aren’t supposed to be anything but angelic

with white roses and linen in her hands
tonight she was destined to be wedded to tragedy in Earthen lands
but if guardian angels can choose their wards
then she will choose whichever way leaves her the most free

not every soul can take the pious road and stick to the hallowed path
some must fall to a new low first
some are born walking the road
and some were never meant for it at all

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