Alien

Outcast becomes the flavour in mind
When the white bounces off their golden mane.
Struck by lightning of their eyes
My mind’s ashen, black as my hair.

When it’s so easy to rust away
A golden chain glances my way
The winged icon of an ancient kingdom,
A leash granting utmost freedom.

Daring the weakest to loudest bellow
As it hangs on a hollowed throat.
Golden it shines on my darker tan,
Yellow of loyalty, a lingering tone.

And a quivering voice hardens at its touch,
Slicing the silence with reverence
Pride in a vexed home.

And an embrace of chains reminisce
An abandoned isolation,
An exorbitant release.