A beautiful weapon,
forged in the heat of,
incredible fire,
now worn, by years of use,
and terrible abuse,
But still sharp enough,
to **** you,

Wings,
soft, feathery, downy,
wings,
made for flight,
Forged for a fight,
wings,
scarred, ******, broken,
Wings,
---
Wingtips press against the soil,
Earthen, Brown,
the power of the Earth,
shared to me,
Ritual, complete,
I feel it all,
rich power,
---
Graceful wingtips,
trailing crimson,
across innocent marble floors,
oh how imbued with guilt,
they drag,

My wings, they tell me,
Open up, protect,
save them,

as gunfire riddles them, they scream,
save them, save them,
and i listen,
because they are me,

as feathers fall, on a setting sun,
they scream, they scream,
She screams, she screams,
No!, a single shout,
too late, too late,


i am screaming, as i die,
save them, save them,
save them from themselves,

i hit the ground,
the screams stop,
i have saved them, I have saved them,