FROM THE GRIP OF YOUR CAPTOR


You tore down the runway

Bubbling with trust

Raring to go

On a take-off like no other

History re-defining

High into a sky shrouded

You rose

Dense mystique beckoning

Then you went quiet

Unusually so

Just as suddenly as you had soared up

From the ground

Into the grip of your captor

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