Winged One

Wings are constructed,
Born of Necessity.
I fly from you now, and I take my love
Fastened with wings and next to me,
Companionship soars and soars, and falls
In a tempest of sun and breeze.
I am not saddened in this loss
For it is The Furies Way.
Alone, I shall have my wits won;
And you, an oiled bath for one
Delivered by chance.
Diverged from a destiny,
I fly now to amuse
Swooping for solidarity,
On wings of necessity
Over the edge to a new land
Over the horizon's gate
To a day that’s free of fate.
Lost are the shackles.
Lost is the despoiling hate.
I fly far from the sun.
And in my parting, the lessons' done.