I flittered like a frozen butterfly in a silver artic haze. <br /> <br />My wings wilting erroneously from a chill since unbridled. <br /> <br />I waited in my wonderland of crystal blue ice. <br /> <br />But my freedom wass contingent upon surrealistic designs. <br /> <br />A Martyr in my mind ceases her egocentric complaining. <br /> <br />I have floated on a morally inept Western Wind. <br /> <br />But flames from a lust so potent seared me into unbridled action. <br /> <br />I leapt with the joy of supplication and the artic relased its prize.<br /><br />A.J. McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/artic-cage/
