Hidden Flight

Bleed not without purpose when tools you can equip.

Cherish the Recoiling that rights an erring ship.

Each word is living breath, a piece of you within,

it guides you to the sky where unseen things begin.

Seek out inner spaces where Ancients we beseech.

Lessons there await you beyond the Devil's reach.

Hidden guides do not tread where well worn trails erode.

This wisdom well apply: shrink not from crooked roads.

Pathways coil and rise to meet our stumbling feet.

Let inner flames divine expose life's great deceit.

As Tower's crumbling stones leave all but ours unclear,

Paths hidden by design converge to bring us here.