A faded white bird of beauty
Flapping like stars of ice through the breeze
Empty eyes bellowing
Losing faith that should not be
Feeble attempts to leave the ground

Fluffing out his feathers with dedication
As the ghosts of his heart begin to ascend
Collecting clouds imaging the heavens above
The depths of the moonlight
Strange and shard like barb- wire
Death fogged the interpretation of this place
You lay still and cold
With strings tied to your face
Almost impossible to forgo these wings
As the atmosphere melts  on me
I descend into the breeze
Farewell with rust in my mouth
I go into a unstoppable wind