Tamed once more by cosmic thread,
His firmament now forfeited,
He dives the depths to acquiesce,
With regal grace so effortless,
Brought down to earth's gloved hand.
Monochrome!—the hushed command
Swirls the mist that seeks to shroud
Rapacious beak, sleek-curved and proud,
Which turns instead to preen the wing—
Vulnerability admonishing—
As mute he sits in forest's veil,
His truth a gauzy shade of pale.
Blinded by a clouded eye,
He blinks away the alibi,
Ears forced to scan for quarry bird
With talons grasping the absurd;
While symphonies of silence drown
The shriek of fettered fury-frown,
Pulsing densely through the gray
As hawk and twig begin to sway;
Assailed with taunts of softest down
Still flirting 'round his dethroned crown,
He vacillates through vanity,
Adrift in foggy sanctity.
But resolute, the plumage plush,
Refracted rainbows, torch the flush
Rekindling truth's immortal glimmer—
Soliloquy at seething simmer—
Full-throttle round, his noble head
Snaps transparent silken thread,
Breaking free from frayed disguise
To soar and burst impenetrable skies!