The silent descent of wisdom is quick,

In a perilous grasp ‘neath muted wings.

Its talons pierce the brain rendered fear sick,

Our blood freezes in belated warnings

As our nocturnal hearld redirects

The scavenging prey to enlightenment.

Elatated to fly, then the mind corrects

To flee the dangerous enviornment.

But we cannot escape our growing dread

Of realization. Death a heartbeat away

Amongst the captors children and twig bed,

Torn from the comforting warmth of dear day.

Wisdom, give mercy to small mundane plans

That keep us busy from dangers at hand.