Trial of The Eagle

They call it a trial
As if pain needs permission
As if fear turns holy
When the crowd looks away

Stone ledges carved by panic
Wind ripping breath from the chest
Every step bargaining with gravity
Every thought ending in the same word—fall

The city waits below
Silent
Counting
Because belief here only works
When someone almost dies for it

Hands bleeding into the rock
Fingernails breaking like promises
I felt the drop in my teeth
Felt the sky leaning closer
Daring me to slip

This isn’t faith
It’s outsourcing cruelty
To wind and stone and height
So no one has to admit
They enjoy watching

They say the eagle chooses
But gravity decides
The strong don’t rise
They just last longer
Before the ground collects them

I lost my footing
And learned how fast the body lies
When it wants to live
There was no vision
No mercy
Just panic screaming louder than prayer

At the top there’s nothing
No god
No answer
Just the understanding
That survival is not approval

The trial doesn’t prove worth
It proves compliance
It teaches the city
How to stay clean
While blood handles the ceremony

I stood there breathing
Angry
Shaking
Not chosen
Not enlightened
Just not dead

If this is the eagle’s judgment
Then it’s hollow
A lesson written in fear
That mistakes endurance
For truth

I didn’t pass the trial
I escaped it
And that’s the only victory
This place will ever allow

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