The Foiler of Plans

It's the edge of a perilous cliff.
I kick pebbles, my back stiff.
The peregrine falcon's soaring,
It's power and pride drawing.

I have the same power now,
To fly, gravity need not allow.
For everything' s going to end,
What care I the type of end?

No one can try to stop me now
No one, not you, not you, how..
Ah, satisfying. Seconds away
From freedom, the last fray.

I'm going to fly once it snaps,
This last fray. Free from traps.
But no, not yet, there's the last
Trap I, no you, cunningly cast.

For I'm reminded of you,
When I look at that true
Specimen of freedom,
The falcon and his kingdom.

Do I blame you for painting
Yourself in that beautiful way
Or I, for so naively believing
Every single thing you say?

I thought none could stop me,
I was right. Your mere simile
Is going to make me step back.
Not willing to waste your knack.

I face the ruin behind me,
But this time I know, see,
Your beauty is a contagious one
And soon all the repair is done.