Lightning Flash Asuna

I know why the caged bird
sleeps, dreaming of a feathered
bed in a cabin by the lake
in the woods. Bound by fetters
of keratin, there is nothing more
to save, nothing left to protect,
except the visions which crowd
her sleep: the glitch in the cradle,
the roused fury of a rapier,
the dying scream of a murderer.
She trembles but doesn't stir.
Waiting, waiting, to wake
from the folly that befell
her spirit when the world
crumbled into clouds.