Dreams Lament

Rended lights,
That once danced
my nights.
Now past that echoed
Which held a broken crown.
Now all I wear is a frown.

Is soaring possible?
When heaven's too narrow
For a chick that trouble,
"Why do I feel this sorrow?"
A still wingles creature,
Flying to create his future.

Bustling town,
A street down,
Amidst the crowd,
There sat a man,
Who wore crowns,
And beg for alms.