And so it begins
four days in
A clear-out
of negative shouts
That crowd the head
awake or bed
Time to set free
all false beliefs
Enough is enough
no heart left to love
Wings long clipped
from a sleeping drug sipped
Now these wings work
no shadows do lurk
Freedom over the horizon
a new dawn is arising
And so it begins
washing away all that has been
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Jan 4, 2013
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