He laid there on the beach
his broken wing denying hope of flight
but there is nowhere else to go
for he is the last

He limps slowly to the sea edge
and weeps bitter salt tears
looking up to the sky so blue
he cries why

The last alas alas he cries
as the sun draws the blanket of night
to the close of the day
and the close of his life


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris