Picturing himself among the kites
Spread his arms, forget the marks
His long-sleeved sweater hides
Bruises coloured in like northern lights
But there are no erasers
Big enough to heal the sky
He's watching from the open window
Wearing a tattered cape
Squinting eyes and a corner smile
Above the cityscape
Wondering if he could reach the moon
Get a lift by grabbing a passing
Helium-filled balloon
The screams and cries, they echo in his dreams
A video game where the villains
Aren't created to defeat
He's standing on the stony tower
Wearing a tattered cape
Squinting eyes and a corner smile
Below the Milky Way
He's in the fall
It's like a bad dream that never ends
The fear, his heart floats to his throat
But he'll never reach the waking grounds
It's just around the corner but never gets closer than near
If he reached out he could touch it
But to touch would mean to cede
The weather that he's under never clears
The clouds tell only stories
To unsullied eager ears
But fairy tales are not impossible
The Tainted Prince, he flew away
A long long time ago
He stepped onto the ledge
And clutched at his patchwork duvet
He sprung into the air
And brought his fall to an end
The memories poisoned black his flooded mind
He crumpled up the paper
Started over fresh and white
Superheroes might not be real life
But there are other ways
A troubled kid can learn to fly