Stilts

I walked with trepidation on a barren land
in a pace that makes a snail smirk,
for decked I was on stilts hard
curbing my movement like a thorn's prick.

O stilts ! Poured over by molten gold pure
and studded with diamonds praised by society.
I attached them to my legs once free
and unknown clipped my wings for eternity.

I drank poison of unearned guilt
and hung my head down far from twinkling stars,
heeding to norms agreed by major cult.
There I stood at nights greaving over unlived minutes.

Now, I break the stilts of gold once admired
for I see the sun rise from the treacherous clouds.
Free I am from these rusty gilt chains clinged
and I fly East to meet the towering orange aura masters.

Sans guilt, sans stilts and sans society.