I look up into the night sky,
Gazing in such fright.
I try to scream out,
But all you hear is a mans battle cry.
Who's is it, I ponder
The sound wraps around my mind.
I feel on my feathered wings and try to fly,
But a tight rope is holding me by.
All of the sudden I feel a sharp pain and,
Do I feel a tugging on my veins?
I look left, look right, trying to figure out what to do,
But all all the sudden I notice a lonely mans shoes.
I slowly look up and up away my sight goes,
But it's too late and I wish I haven't chose.
I see the mans face so evil and wicked,
Then all of the sudden I heard him...He snickered!
I am afraid, very afraid,
I wonder if anyone will meet my same fate.
My hope rose again when I looked to my side,
Because once I did I saw another mans eyes.
Full of fear and confusion I knew he knew as I,
Because he looked at me and mouthed to me "why?".
It was based on self pity,
I now have just learned.
We were about to die I could not lie,
I saw our wings on the table with the soon-to-be-dead fly.
Without our wings we were not longer counted as humans,
Just burdens even in the long-lost ruins.
Tears soon began to fill up in my eyes,
I felt as if I was about to cry.
I looked into the empty space,
Longing for the wind all on my face.
I looked away then from the table for an instant,
But when I looked back I saw something different.
My wings white and so full of perfection,
Were now dripping in purple devastation.
Permanent I hope not,
I will have no valor in my heart.
Purple; a color that represents almost nothing,
But then who am I to think I am worth something.
It fits my description,
And I could tell the killer thought the same by his facial expression.
A killer indeed,
I could tell he was not planning good deeds.
He looked from me to the man and grinned happily,
Then he did something unmercifully.
Again, yes once again, I woke up from a nightmare,
But why do I see a purple wing on a plater thats scarefully rare?
