Pale Mighty Forming Frail

Pale mighty forming frail

Whitening the winds into minds inhale

Colour forming  waters in setting skies with flying whales

In plated sirens flowers bitten bale

Surrounding your skin whiter than empty decayle



Her staring eyes mixed in air not seen

Come a little closer I cannot hear where ive been

Shadows taking footsteps drawing me into reflection

To my sincere closer to me near

Above oceans from a set for skies a someone turned into whats to come

Into falling hands of whats needed to become



In sudden of all a whispered voice fallen from the walls

Echoing the one with calls voices splitting in minds from halls

A communication fallen into fear

A touch of fingers flying touching a window of clear



Musk the winds turning air around of dear

Seeminglessly unclear into whats high standing austere

Shredding my minds eyes thoughts pattens in it appear

Ascetic in folding motions symmetric



Will I be of able in flight my wings pale of might

Flailing into falling will I stand out of my fear