My wings clipped,.
My body trembles on the cold ground,.

Incapable of flight,.
My willpower left me so long ago,.

My mind races to death,.
The hands that clipped me the only things left,.

They set me free when I lost control,.
By the grace of the cold spirits, I am found,.

On the frozen ground a serpent slithers toward me,.
Finding warmth in my escaping intensity..,,.,.,