Freedom Has A Cost

Poem prompt - a black bird flies from a cage into the fog. Birthday Bash 2014 - Day 1

From gilded cage the bird does fly;
In its fit of escape,
It is banished to black.
Gone is the white, the pure.
Gone is the gold, turned grey.
The bird, no song it sings anymore
Instead a caw of rough, raw razors
Rip the sky with each brutal call.
Fog sets in to hide the past.
Freedom has a cost.