My favorite time

of day is

now.

The sun slides

like a yolk smashed against a window

down the distant horizon

and dies.

I am a bird, I know nothing

Not of smiles or of tears

Not of love or of loss

And I miss nothing

And I feel nothing.

He thought he could trap me, yes

In a pretty golden cage

He taught me to fly, and then

calmly Gnawed the wings from my back

and in my ecstasy,

I did not know

Until I lay dying

on the forest floor.

I was a pet

A wild pet, but caged

in his indulgence.

I believed the mask he wore

(he donned it just for me)

And when I became to naïve

and he too wise

I was discarded for something

better.

the Wild Mage, they say now

with pity.

She was so young, so foolish

and she thought she had that man

until he slipped away.

She was promising, of course

with a Power like that

but she cannot be anything, anymore

except a caged bird.

Caged with memories

And with all those sun downs

that fade into one with each setting

for when that man told her of her

broken dreams

she became a bird

thirsty for the freedom of Tantalus

and she flew against the horizon

on the wings he had taken

and it broke her, just like the man

and now, she is

traces of the yolk,

slivers of the shell,

and the egg of her dreams

is

dead.

A/N: Wow, that was strange and compulsive! I wasn't even thinking about Daine and Numair when I wrote this, but I realized who it was about midway through writing it. Sorry for all the fans of this relationship, but I personally am a little hesitant to believe in them as a couple. If you're confused about what in the heck this poem means, don't look at me; I know little more than you. Thanks for reading.

~jennedy~