Gazes Lifted

When you wind the eyes of a thousand faces around
A pulpit of sound and with light refract
The discourse of need, you get
A hero

A humming archetype of dreams,
An open palm against a pane of frosted sunrise
And in the eyes, a burn of time
An era compacted into flesh, and formed fragile

A slim-shouldered grin that wraps arms around
The weak and endures too much blood on too little ground
An angel, a dragon, a winner, a killer, a knight's page
Faltering smile, faultless sword
That turns as flames dance
Dodging the mar of sin

Unfurling courage, to be the banner
Of a hundred times ninety nine minds, the strap
Which binds the fortitude and forges rods of
Aether in the spine

A lone silhouette on the tapestry of an empty sky