These golden wings carry me high
Though far too brittle they are
Just the lightest tap and they'll shatter

And just like that, I hang in mid air
A momentary pause in time
A respite to reflect on what matters

But what does matter if not my heart
Brittle like those golden wings, now shrapnel
And here I am, broken and battered

And just like that, the moment's gone
The illusion of time, restored
I would never realize what was the matter

Falling, plummeting; writhing in pain
Golden shards of glasslike shrapnel
Shreds, scars, and lascerates

I bleed and bleed, though not a tear shed
I am strong, though not strong enough it seems
May my soul this land consecrate

Terminal velocity, how apropos a phrase
Not terminal for Earth, but for me
My mind, not even these wings could sate

My final seconds are swift, not a single delay
Hitting the ground with force
And those golden shards rain down their hate