**Digital art made by @xpilar**
STONE BIRD IN THE MOUNTAIN OF OBLIVION
My eyes are lost in a cliff, blind, turned into quartz, I leave the womb and conquer the heights.
Now my place is in heaven, where his flash wears colors of hell over the blackened Amazon.
A martyr condemned to stay in flight over the fictional paradise, without a nest, without comfort, without an option to rest.
My volcanic origin dates back to creation, I am a burning lava, winged creature, the amalgam detached from a mountain in oblivion.
The jungle is the only witness to my misfortune, when the sun goes down, I flank over it letting my deep pain fall.
The reason for being an orphan in a no man's land...
If freedom is in the heavens, my soul should also be free, but I am lost in the expansive universe that makes me tiny by not keeping a corner for my abominable figure.
Disproportionate and gloomy, a cause of terror, I dominate the stone valley that is my refuge and at the same time is my prison.
I entertain myself next to the night, I come alive in the sunset fire.
To finally fade away, to die among the igneous rock, just when the jungle, my faithful companion, disperses the magnetic mist warning of the arrival of a new dawn...
|Regards, thanks for your kind attention.|