I heard them talking. Saying how I was a fool, And everybody knew. Except for me I guess. But nonetheless, I had to see if these wings Could fly, Go beyond the azure sky. What should I do? Keep my feet safe on the ground? But what if I Find something no one’s ever found? If I fall, At least I know I tried. When myself and fate Collide, I’ll greet it with a smile. It’s better than Lying awake at night.
Windy torrents of water and thunders echo against a silent brown house, It's large grey doors open, shrill voices sing, chandeliers burn... more sounds are heard outside, like a wailing. chandeliers burning the ceiling... statue wax ivory figures melt, burning in their passion, melting turned violet red they have become hopeful, promises of painless joys, power over wars, famine, disease and all things of darkness are whispered in hushed "sincerity and truth" but still vague and opaque. Even now a banging of hail, leaves upon a pane all the doors blow open now and with a shriek all of wind in the drops are scattered drenching, so even the mid morning rain can still drip earth upon the clear white figures revealing their true origin rendered **** by what once made them.