Feathers Flapping In Frigid Wind,
Wonderfully White--Smooth As Tin,
Lustrous As The Sun On A Sailfish's Fin,
Frantic Thoughts Calmed By A Pure Grin,
The Cold Pushed Away From My Soft Skin,
By All Of Life's Distant Kin

The Dampness Of My Cheeks Dried,
The Grin Still Shining--Ultimatly Bona Fide,
The Tangled Strings Of My Puppet Carefully Untied,
The Waves Of Destiny A Gentle Tide,
Lapping--Healing My Soul's Battered Sides,
The Stars In There Started To Collide,
Creating Flames--Warming All The Chilling Horrors I've Had To Abide

The Spark In My Eyes Fueled By Flapping Wings,
And My Heart Lulled To Peace By A Symphony Of Strings,
So Joyous I Had To Sing,
And Even Though My Scars Still Sting,
They Are Healing From The Kiss Of Angelic Wings,
My World No Longer Ruled--By The Illuminti King