Heir

He reaches from his grave
Words of wisdom he whispers
“son, touch the sky”

His hands reach longer
The sound of his bony fingers
The cold touch of a father

But warm
The immortal eagle
Observing in the shadows of her eaglets

He feels the chill of her soul
A flickering candle,
And flashes of lightening

Yelling, a moonless night,
Echoes of a thousand voices
From the realm of the beyond

“mother,  watch me grow”
Through the glass walls,
In this bubble of life

The badges of propriety
Pledges and honor
To raise from the ruins

The castle on the hill
A King’s throne
And a mother’s crown

The lines in the sky
Ones to cross
And a universe unlimited

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