Tied to freedom

Aged hickory stained with pain
Cracks filled with moans and screams
Iron chains and buckles
Hang hungry to hold my claim

A beastly throne for caging angels
Who tuck their wings in my shadows
What good are wings to a free spirit
If freedom does not follow

I will take you past the edges of witness
Paved by the bruises of your bending knees
Into the hands of darkness my sweet angel
Embark into a world of your hidden fantasies

To feel the love from my hardened bindings
The strength of its undying passion
My tethers are your hidden dark feathers
To a soul trapped in a unknown prison

With every fire line I leave
With every echo of my command
You release your starving soul
Through the love of my sinning hand

When I lift your angelic body from my table
To the comfort of my soothing warm bed
Let me marvel at the glory of your journey
As it unravels before me
watching beautiful dark feathers spread