It wants to be free

i close my eyes and dream, the dream that visits me is of a roaring
flame that burns around a beating heart i can feel the beating in my
core each beat like a hammer to my being. the fire is hot! it heat
making me sweat but the heart seems not to feel it. I can see in the
flame visons of dark desires greed and hate, rage and pain. i walk
closer to the heart its heat singing my hair and feathers i can feel my
skin drying and burning but the images dancing in the flame destrace me
lust and war, death and so much blood i can see my face my own image
standing on a battle field of dead a blade in my hand painted red in
gore my very cloths, skin and feathers coated in blood my head raised to
the sky my mouth open in a loud victorious roar i could hear it even now
i could feel my self grow winded as i fall back into the dark.....i
relised i was screaming i look around my room, my crimson feathers
flutter to the ground mixing with the ebony black ones of my wings i
feel the grip of my sword in my hand i look at it i long streak of red
coats it, no one is in my home but me i look at my own body there is a
hole next to my heart it bleeds deeply as if in a fist i tried to cut it
out...i grab my mending and drink some health tonic and shiver in the
cold of my room i could here my heart beating and it wants to be free...


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 634 AF.