Large wings,
Constant mischievous smirk
He fell from the sky
Blurred in shades of red
A war between winged humans
And 9 tailed foxes
Bones snapping,
Metal clashing,
Wings flapping,
Fangs baring
The enemies blood
Mercilessly slaughtering
One another
Proving their strength

Darkness engulfed
The most effervescent town.
Looking at the sun in disgust,
His hair glimmered-
Kisses from the sun
He stood out everywhere
Without caring who saw-
Waved goodbye to the sun
An animal-like smile slipped
Across his lips,
Witnessed the sun being devoured
Some say: He’s insane!
He claims to be having
A little fun

Putting everything I have into becoming sane
As the wind fiercely made its way around the sky, so blue
Everything eventually succumbed to the mark of Cain

I voluntarily isolated myself in my distant domain
Every day, little by little, my thoughts spiral askew
Putting everything I have into becoming sane

I could use some help to figure out a way to contain
All of the things that have been past due
Everything eventually succumbed to the mark of Cain

Immortally connected to this resilient chain
My being as new as the dim light coming through
Putting everything I have into becoming sane