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[Crenn]

My dearest Sister

Imagine this, you are sitting on a bench at Parliament Station, waiting for someone to arrive soon, there are other commuters on the platform, they're doing their own thing. A train pulls into the station, several people get off including a young woman, she looks very happy as she talks to someone with her. She suddenly stops walking, standing like something's wrong, the person she's with hasn't noticed that she's stopped and not with them. They continue walking off until about 7 metres away they realise, they turn around and start running back, screaming out a name, a name that in your memory will eventually disappear. You turn your head to see the girl is no longer standing, she's on the ground and she's convulsing.
"PAUSE!"
A young man walks onto the screen, he looks stressed but is trying to be calm.
"What would you do? Would you just sit there and watch? Would you get up and rush to give aid? Or would you just ignore it completely?"
You blink and look around you, you're no where near parliament station, you're sitting in a chair, a video on the television screen.
"This is just one of many events that has happened to the girl. But to me, this girl is special. Because she is my sister."

Sometimes there are things in life you can't control. Whether it is your aunty or your uncle getting cancer, whether it is a plane crashing into the ground, you can't control it. No matter how hard you try, it is impossible to control it. The day she fell and convulsed was a day I'll never forget, even though I was no where near there, I'll remember the news, the stories, the turning point in her life. Who knows what would have happened if not for the friend that was with her, but luckily her friend called an ambulance, she was discharged from the hospital the next day. They did not think it was of too much concern. But they knew nothing.
As the years progressed, her condition would get worse, much worse. She'd have to take over 20 tablets of medication, learn how to walk again, listen to people tell her that she was too young to have a heart condition. That was 3 years ago, a lot of things have changed since she collapsed the first time. Her name is and she's only 23 years of age. She's only just beginning to gain enough strength to walk a little without crutches. It's been 5 weeks since she lost the ability to walk, the reason for it is still unknown. But I think I better start at the beginning, work my way up the series of events which has left her like this. Disabled.
To my knowledge, my sister had no problems when she was born. Although she injured her knee several times when she was growing up, it didn’t directly affect her.
Symptoms to her condition started about 3-4 years ago. The first experiences were witnessed by her friends and only involved her fainting, nothing more than that, no convulsing, just fainting for a few minutes and then being fine.
But as time went by, it did get more serious, she did start to convulse at one stage, although I’m not sure when that was. Soon she was admitted to hospital and was seeing a neurologist who said it might be epilepsy. He later withdrew this conclusion due to the fact that there were inconsistencies that showed that it was something else, something to do with ’s heart. That is when she saw the first cardiologist. The cardiologist who she saw was arrogant and claimed that it was all in her head even though there was a printout from an ECG that showed her heart rate was way above normal (over 240 bpm (beats per minute) although it’s been higher than that). He provided little help to her. We also later found out that he once made a mistake in a procedure which meant that another girl (also diagnosed with the same heart condition) had to have a pacemaker. Anyway, her mother got to see their local doctor who provided a reference to another cardiologist. The newer cardiologist had to fight for the case file of from the old one. He was the one diagnosed her with POTS. POTS is a fairly new condition and is only been started to get enough research done to see the cause. It stands for Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome.
As the years passed, her condition got worse. I’ve witness some of the worst ‘attacks’ where she convulsed more violently than normal. But most of her attacks weren’t as bad as this.

It was a cold night and we had our Nanna down for a couple of weeks. We had a good dinner that night of roast vegetables and roast beef. My Nanna had gone to bed and was fast asleep. I was sitting on a chair chewing on a bone, was at the opposite side of the table standing and leaning on a chair. At one stage I asked her if she was alright to which she replied that she was. I continued chewing on the bone when I suddenly heard a loud thump. I turned around to see on the floor convulsing violently. I dropped the bone and wondered what I had to do to help. I started to scream out her name and managed to wake up my Nanna who was sleeping in the next room. She quickly got out of bed and ran towards while calling to out my mother. My parents ran up the stairs and assisted . I had to be calmed down and taken to another room. Meanwhile my mother tried to wake up and my father called our doctor. After about 15 minutes or so, the doctor said that we should call an ambulance and my father did. At this stage, she was still unconscious and still convulsing. But during this time, she had awaken a few times calling out to my mother. “Mommy” She cried out. My mother tried to soothe her but several times she went unconscious and started to convulse again. She had basically come back completely by the time the ambulance arrived, although she couldn’t remember anything.

That night she was taken to the closest hospital, which is about a 45 minute drive away. I had to be calmed down that night, she was dismissed the next day. This is one of her earlier attacks, she has had a similar one about a month ago where she collapsed and convulsed more violently than we had ever witnessed before.
has seen about 5 cardiologists including an American who by chance was at our local doctors. He was also the one who referred her onwards to her latest cardiologist, the leading Australian researcher of POTS. He is on an international team working on POTS. He is also the one who has given an insight to the cause of the condition. In her DNA there is a gene that is ‘missing’ that actually causes her condition. It is a major step towards a better solution, but there is still a long way to go. There are many sites that explain what POTS is, but so far, I think this one is fairly accurate: http://www.potsplace.com/pots_an_overview.htm. Her cardiologist also provided a thesis that a simple cold or flu can cause it and could potentially make it worse as well, although this has not been confirmed as of yet.
Her condition caused many changes in the family. Everyone worries more, every time there is a loud thump, they rush to check if she is upright and alright. There is more time spent at hospitals, at doctors, at heart specialists. Everyone stresses more, yells more. Everyone doesn’t want to have to deal with her collapsing; it can cause some of the strongest people to cry.
Because of her condition, she has had to give up her career in hospitality. She has now started to retrain, via university to work in international business. It’s enjoyable for her, but she would have preferred to have continued her work in the hospitality industry. She did enjoy working in the hospitality industry immensely.
Her condition affects everyone. When she collapses we have to quickly do a set of procedures to make sure she doesn’t injure herself while convulsing. Her life has been ruined by this. But there is still hope; researchers from several countries have been working on a better solution to this problem, so there may be one tablet to control it instead of 24 tablets. But that is still an untold story, one that will have to be completed at one stage or another. But the question is how long it will take to find and complete this solution. I doubt there is a complete cure for this condition, but a better solution is better than nothing. All we can do it wait and hope. But we all know one thing, life has to get better at some stage.  

[Crenn]

Escape

He rushed through the tree tops, bounding from one tree to another. The bandage on his arm, stained crimson red with his own blood, was dripping slightly, but he ignored it, after all he had to help her before they got to her first. He was clutching a small box, making sure not to drop it as he moved.
She walked peacefully towards the stream, listening to the birds in the trees, looking over her shoulder, making sure no one was following but breathed easily when she saw nothing except the grass and shrubs swaying in the wind. She placed the basket on the ground, happily swaying her tail in the gentle breeze. These were perfect conditions for a first date. She leaned down and opened the basket, pulling out a blanket and laying it on the ground near the stream. Sitting down on it and leaning against a tree nearby as she waited for him. She looked up at the sky, hoping he was as good as he sounded on the phone.
She reached up and rubbed her arm, a lump there that she seemed to have her entire life. Her mother said it was nothing to worry about, that it would eventually disappear. But the lump hadn’t gone only gotten smaller over the years as she had grown.
She heard something pass overhead, but when she looked up, she saw nothing. Then she heard his voice, “Sarah? Is that you?” Sarah looked around but couldn’t see anything, thinking to herself that maybe he was nervous of her like all the boys in her town.
“Yes, it’s me. Where are you, Bill?” she called out, still looking around for him.
“I’m up here”
She looked up and saw him peering down at her; he had a bandage on his right arm, it seemed to be bleeding. Then she noticed that his eyes seemed to be fixated on her chest.
“HEY!” she yelled out, quickly covering herself up.
Bill blinked and wondered what she was yelling at him about since he was only looking at her pretty face. Sarah’s beautiful green eyes stared up at him as he looked at her white fur and tail.
“Do you want to come up?” he asked innocently
“Only if you promise not to stare at my chest”
He chuckled and replied, “I wasn’t looking there; I was taking in your pretty face.” Sarah blushed softly at these words and whispered back, “I’m sure you were”. Bill reached down with his left arm, offering to hoist her up. She took his hand greatfully and was lifted up into the tree. When Sarah got to her feet and looked at his handsome face. The light brown fur he had matched his hazel eyes, as she looked him up and down, she noticed that his tail was swaying slightly. They stared at each other for a few minutes before she broke the silence.
“I never thought I’d meet someone else with fur and a tail” she said softly.
“Neither did I, but I’m glad it was you. You’re very beautiful.”
Sarah blushed again and then noticed his right arm, still bleeding.
“You’re hurt”
“Yes, I had to remove something from my arm”
He held up the small box he was holding in his hand. It, like his bandage, was stained with blood.
“What is it?”
He sighed softly as he opened the box, revealing a small chip inside.
“It’s a tracking device. You’ve got one too”
Sarah stepped back in disbelief.
“Where? And why?”
Bill shook his head, speaking softly.
“They needed a way to track their 2 experiments, and as for where yours is located, I don’t know, but I’ve had this thing in my arm my entire life.”
Sarah looked at him curiously.
“Let me clean you up first, then we seriously need to talk.”
She jumped down onto the blanket, quickly followed by Bill. She sat down next to the basket, patting the blanket beside her before opening the basket and rummaging through it. Bill sat down beside her, looking at what she was doing.
“What are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for my first aid kit,” she replied, not looking at him, “Ah! Here it is”. Sarah pulled out a white plastic box, opening it and pulling out a fresh bandage and a clear bottle of yellow-brown fluid, looking at Bill’s wound and reaching for it.
“How deep was the cut?”
“I’m not sure, but the chip was pretty far in”
Sarah untied his bandage, smiling as he winced.
“It’s your own fault you know”
“I know, but you don’t know why I had to do it”
“Let’s talk about that… are you crazy enough to cut out something from your arm?”
He looked up at her, sighing softly before talking.
“I’m not crazy, but I needed to get it out so I can escape from here.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yes, and if you’re willing, I’d like to take you with me, but I would need to remove the chip from you”
She poured a little of the liquid over his arm, making him wince again and clamping his mouth shut. Looking up at him, she watched him as she cleaned the wound with more of the liquid.
“I’m sorry about the pain, but it will help make sure you don’t get an infection”
“Thanks,” He paused and then whispered, “Will you escape from me?”
“Ok…. But why do I need to remove the chip…. if it is even in me”
“I guess I’ll have to tell you everything”

Bill walked home from work, the black suit he wore hid his tail and most of his fur. It was dark, but something else apart from Bill was here. He stopped, looking around and sniffing the air, a familiar scent of someone filled the air.
“What do you want, John?”
A small thin man walked out of the shadows, he wore black clothing including a hat.
“I need to talk to you, but not here”
“Fine, I’m going home to get a whisky, you want to talk there?”
“Your house isn’t safe, I need to talk you somewhere safe”
“Where?”
“Follow me,” John smiled as he walked back into the shadows and seemed to disappear into thin air, Bill waited a few seconds, toying with whether to follow him or not, and then followed.
“Where are you?”
“Over here”
Bill followed the directions from which John’s voice had come from. A door opened, with John standing nearby it, inviting Bill in.
“We can talk safely in here”
They walked down the stair case into a small room, a table in the middle of the room had papers on it.
“Why do we have to talk here?”
“Because this is where you were designed, it has no bugs and blocks your tracking signal.”
Bill steps back slightly, as this isn’t exactly what he was expected to be talking about.
“I don’t get it…. I was born not designed… and I think there are plenty of bugs here… just you can’t see them…. also what do you mean tracking signal?”
“I think you better sit down with me, I need to tell you everything, including about their plans”
“Who are they?”
“They’re the scientists who created you, now let’s sit”
He pulled a couple of chairs out from himself and Bill, sitting down in one of them and offering the other one to Bill, who took it and sat down. John paused and took a small flask from his pocket and drank from it.
“Ok… where to start…. Well I guess I better start with why you were designed and created. Humans like to push the limit of technology…. Although you properly don’t know what a human is.”
“No… I don’t know what a ‘human’ is. But I guess you’ll tell me.”

“So that’s what he told me. We’re not safe with them after us. Especially what they were planning next”
“And what was that?” Sarah said while she tied a new bandage on Bill’s arm.
“They’re planning to dissect us and find out how successful they were at creating us”
Sarah looked at him, her mouth open.
“They want to cut us open and look at our insides?!”
“Yes… can you see why I want you to come with me?”
“Yes… yes I can see why… and I will come with you”
Bill smiled and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you, Sarah”
“You’re welcome Bill… I take it we have to remove the tracking device?”
Bill sighs and nods before replying, “Yes, then we need to toss them into the lake and run to meet up with John.”
“Why do we have to meet up with him?”
“Because he said he’d let us out of this dome. I may be based off a wolf and you based off an artic fox, but we can work together to escape.”
Sarah hugged him, lightly nuzzling his chest.
“Yes, we can, I guess that this lump in my arm is the tracking device.”
“Maybe… only one way to find out”
He picked up a knife and gave Sarah a towel which she put into her mouth as she sat back and closed her eyes. The knife hovered over the lump in arm before Bill started cutting it out, Sarah wincing and biting down on the towel. Shortly Bill pulled the small device out of her arm and placed it in the box with his, getting the fluid Sarah has used on him and pouring some onto her arm. She growled softly and opened her eyes, glaring at him as he tied a white bandage onto her arm. When she finished she took the towel out of her mouth.
“That really hurt”
“Sorry… it hurts but it means that we can escape now, we better start heading there, I’ll carry you”
“Fine”
Bill tossed the box with their tracking devices into the stream before allowing her to jump onto his back.
“You got a good enough grip?”
“Yes I do”
Bill started to run along the stream running towards a burnt out building.
“So where are we going?”
“See that building? There is a trap door in there that will take us to the exit, he’ll will be waiting for us there”
Bill run into the building and headed down some stairs into the basement, reaching down and pulling a steel ring on the floor, as he did, white light flooded the room. He turned around and started to climb down the ladder, running along a hallway, several people in white clothes looking at them as they passed. Bill could see John, he was motioning for them to come faster. Sarah looked over her shoulder.
“Bill, there are people after us”
Bill ran as fast as he could, and jumped into the same room as John as John slammed the door and locked it. John looked at them on the ground.
“I thought you weren’t going to make it for a second”
He walked towards a red door and opened it. It was dark outside but there were stars out.
“I guess this is where we part our separate ways.”
Bill and Sarah got up off the ground and looked at John.
“Won’t you get into trouble for doing this?”
“Yes, I will. But I knew the risk.”
Sarah looked into the dark sky, the stars twinkling up above.
“John, can I ask you one thing before we go?”
“Yes, what is it?”
“Why did you help us?”
John smiled before replying “Because I like happy endings”. Bill smiled as well, took Sarah’s paw and walked out the door into the night, into freedom.  

[FogSage]

Susan turned to look at her husband.

"Why are you so quiet?"

"I don't know. I want to be with you, but can demons really go to heaven?"

"You're not a demon, you just work for one."

"That's enough to get me on the bad side of you know who"

"Oh, really now, there are far worse people than you up here!"

"Like who? That guy that blew up that building?"

"No, not him......the courts are still deciding where to put him.....but trust me, you're a good person at heart........your intentions are good.......you just made a slight error in judgement, that's all."

"A slight error in judgement that means I'll never get to see you again."

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~From a story I might not finish~  

[Crenn]

Something I'm writing... I may turn it in a song...

Quote:

Deeper and deeper I go, just falling. Falling away.
Why am I falling? I do not know, but I am.
The darkness is surrounding me.
Deeper and deeper I go, just falling. Falling away.
Time has little meaning as I fall.
It just passes like the wind, forever moving.

How did I become like this?
Did I jump? Did I fly?
Did I reach out and touch the sky?
I do not know. But I know I am falling away. Just falling.

 

[FallenAngelle]

arrow This is kinda like a poem and story in one. I know its not furry and I will try my best to make a furry story next time. 3nodding

arrow I would like resonable suggestions for my own improvement. 3nodding And kudos are always loved whee heart

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The Little Girl and her Flower

Once there was a little girl with little golden locks and eyes of blue.

This little girl lived in a cabin as an orphan with her grandmother.

About the cabin was a mystical wood with dangerous and mysterious things in it's depth.

One day the little girl decided to wander within this wood.

She traveled down a sunlit path, passing beautiful flowers.

But no flower, as beatiful were they, had caught her interest.

Soon she had come upon a white painted, wooden archway.

The little girl passed under this archway and came upon a beautiful flower garden.

Tulips and dandelions, daiseys and sunflowers, lavender and poppies all coordinated in their color.

The little girl's eyes lit up bright and a big toothy grin appeared ear to ear.

The little girl then walked amongst the flowers and smelled them all.

Some were sweet and some were spicey.

Some had big blooms and some were still tucked in buds.

Then in the very heart of the garden, a single rose bush was there.

And in the center of that rose bush, was the most beautiful rose the girl had ever seen.

Its blood red petals all laced and folded over the others, enveloping about the green stem.

The girl came close and peered at the rose in the bush mesmerized.

A whisper came from the rose, calling the girl by name.

The girl reached out to the rose just as a tentacle-like, thorny vine lashed out at her hand.

The little girl pulled back, and starred at her hand as blood began dripping down just as her own tears began to well in her eyes.

The little girl was hurt.

She couldn't believe something to be so beautiful could be so cruel.

All she wanted was the rose.

But the rose lashed out and decieved her with its beauty.

The little girl stood up slowly, craddeling her hand.

With one last glance at the rose the little girl ran from the garden.

When she had ran as far she could, she collapsed in a grove of daiseys.

The distressed little girl looked about the daiseys.

The little girl knew daiseys well enough that they wouldn't hurt her.

But daiseys were all the same.

As the little girl sat there for a long while in thought, a glimmer caught her eye!

The little girl followed the glimmer and found it to be a flower.

A blue morning glory with a shining dew-drop core.

It beckoned to her playfully.

The little girl shunned away.

She was afraid it would hurt her just as the rose did.

The morning glory called to her once more in a sad whisper.

The little girl turned and regarded the flower.

The flower's smooth tentacle stems reached up to her like a child wanting to be held by its mother.

The little girl slowly smiled.

The little girl then picked the flower and brought it home.

There she set it in a blue little vase on her window sill and it glowed at night.

When the flower shortly died however, it left behind its seedlings.

The girl planted these seedlings and cared for them for the rest of her life.

The
End

 

[Shinigami Whistle]

I haven't writtena poem in over 2 years. now I remember why. I"m horrible at them.

but anyway, here's the poem I just wrote. It has to do with how I'm feeling right now.

Anyway, here we go.

Same road again

I think I've seen this place before,
A dark trangression of my own solitude
Lost in the rythm of my blindness
Forgetting what meant most
And losing what I had
Thinking there was something there in something else
When really all there was was falsity
and a need for attention I can't discern.

I've seen this happen before
Getting confused on matters of my heart
Giving up on one thing because I felt
something else was to start
But then going back over the story of my life
and realizing it was what I had already that I wanted most.

I lost before, I lose again
From my own stupidy and immaturity
I want to say so many things
Make it all right, but even if I said something
You'd turn it back with a smile
but your words are so negative
I can't even breathe
My eyes are in flames, my heart frozen by nitrogen
Only to be shattered by a hammer moments later.

Three words, so hard to believe
Yet somehow I feel they were what I wanted them to be
I was happy once, and now I'm not
Maybe some say it'll be alright
And in a way it is, maybe in a way I can make it right
But it still hurts so much I won't sleep at night.

I've gone down the same road again,
So many times in the past
letting my weak heart get pulled and tugged
like some great sporting event
I lose him, I gain him
I lose that one too.
Loss, loss, gain, loss.
A whirlwind of confusion is all that greets me
When I open up my heart to try and figure out things.

We say we rushed, but inside I wander why
It felt so natural, with you by my side.
Now without that warmth I don't know if I'll ever be as content
As I was back then.
But I'll learn to live, as I always have.
It'll be hard, it'll be harsh.
I'll feel so broken and lost until I find something else to
occupy this heart of mine, althought it'll never feel right
No, nothing feels right. I've ruined it.

Same old road again.
Same old me.
Same old stupid me.
Maybe someday I'll grow out of this fad.
Of losing what was most dear to me.  

[FogSage]

Do we know where we are going?
Or even where we are?
No matter where we go in life
We never stray too far.

We never roam too far away
But we DO like to roam
We like to roam and to explore
The places unlike home.

We seek a place that's far away
And yet that's still close by
With everything we'll ever need
Until the day we die.

~original poem~  

[Sheol Zone]

~Drags up the Corner~


Don't Deserve It
I would like to say I Trust you
But I don't, so I won't
Because then I'd just lie more
And such deceit you don't deserve

Our worlds mesh briefly, you know
Insanity fueling our soft smiles
Our quietly ushered words
I admit I'm a bit paranoid

I've lost in love so many times
I just don't believe in faithful
When you turn around
I'm expecting to see the worst

Another on your arm
Another in your heart
I can't trust anyone anymore
I can't love anyone anymore

Not honestly and not completely
And you deserve more than that
You deserve more than this
A mishappen person like me

Glued together one too many times
The glass of my heart lost a few shards
And now I'm only partially here
Smiling back at you as if to reciprocate

The truth is that I'm screaming
And crying inside, behind my smile
And I'd like to tear you to shreds
Just so you can be as broken as me

Two broken dolls, back to back
In a world of perfect romances
What a team we'd make together
Just you and I and our hollow smiles

We'd fight every night till we cried
And then we'd cling to each other
Our worlds, so empty without another's
Shattered pieces on the floor

I'd help pick them up, together
And we could rebuild our broken smiles
But I think you deserve better
Than to be just as worthless as me

Whatever it takes, I'll make you go
So you can be with someone complete
And I can sit and cheer you on
With this my reciprocated smile

And while the world passes me by
I shall wait here on this sidewalk
Laying in the remains of my own glass
Just waiting for a broken other

Don't Deserve It [II]
I had been so certain that you were undeserving
A life like the one I was only able to offer
A broken girl with a broken smile
But I have to realize something this night

Your words, through sickness, have led me
To believe that perhaps, just maybe
You're as shattered as I am, if not more
Just another broken girl with a broken smile

Perhaps I am presuming too much
And if I am, you have the right to stop me
But surely two broken things combined
Can truly make one spectacular whole?

Like two lost children, we can grip hands
Fearful of the dark and the strangers
And find our way through the endless night
To a place where stars shine eternal

Is it wrong to hope for a bright future
When there is nothing but a bleak past?
One call only see the shadow of doubts
When they look away from the bright hope

My scattered pieces, I can lift them up
And with this glue and tape, patch this
Till it resembles what was once a heart
A gift from my trembling fingers to yours

You spoke words that scared me deeply
But that soothed my paranoid self within
"I'm sorry," you said, "If we'll never marry"
"Silly," I think, it's still so far to go from here

I think you were part delusional, to be honest
So I take your words with white pain
And stand at the ready to rub it in
For it'll only help the wounds seal and heal

I am still skeptical, though I am hopeful
I can keep my feet on the ground
But leave my eyes on the clouds
To spot the pieces of scattered heaven

We may be able to stand on our own
But together, we are just as good
Our shattered souls and hearts are perfect
When pieced together, we are whole

Okay, yeah yeah. Love poems. But they wanted to be written. These were written a couple days apart, but they're about the same person. ~Skitters off~  

[Zella L.]

Not of Where
A door Opens
The Incredible Steer--This one is supposed to be funny. =p  

[Zella L.]

Ok, some little bites of lit in case you can't chew a long epic.

.....
The sweetest harmony is cacophonous.

I don't listen to my ipod much anymore.
I used to as I would walk home, alone, from school. But I can't
afford to buy songs new to replace the knew ones because, because I could run 20 miles and get tired of my playlist before my feet get tired of me.

Besides, I can hear music.
...

Title: Two Birds in the Hand
Orange and red, sleek
River falling feathers caught gently
in her left hand.
The ideal, lovely, meek, slender
beak, and headdress all but bland.

Her eye matched that of warbler,
held softly in the hand opposing,
but right-held avian, reposing,
was dusty brown and of a lesser look.

Held fast like dreams novel,
warbler caressed, Bird of
Paradise was handed
to the hand of Death,

and warbler freed for not contending
against the fairness
of
the hand.

....

Title: Synthetic
A man can build a set of stairs,
synthetic stairs,
Or sew a set of gilded wings,
whist gathering a slew of stares.

Golden wings do well
on a wren or crane,
while man might use dexterity,
his insight,
and his brain,
to build a path to sanctuary,
or to condemn himself with chains

of gold to his synthetic wings
which
can only chain him down.