The Importance Of Wings

A dark tale.

When the last feather fell

I knew that certain bite of hell

alien eyes burned into me

their gaze nothing but a disease

I sought the basement of my existence

I offered an endless sort of resistance

rain fell hard in silver sheets

touching it was like touching heat

I was burned and I have scars

testimony of a life gone too far

I tried to catch that last feather that fell

but my eyes' sight would not tell

I reached out and dropped down hard

my useless wings cut like shards

I spilled out my poisoned blood

life left me in a wet crimson flood

I forgot that I could not die

so now I hang my head and cry

that lost feather meant everything to me

soon I found it and restored my immortality

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

Quite the tragedy, the tale in this poem. Glad it had a happy ending. Great descriptions and very well written. iI like it just the way it is.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks for all the reviews.

[Coyote Song]

You are welcome.

[Star Wolf]

A very sad tale but at least here there is hope at the end of it. Death isn't the only answer.
Another very awesome poem!

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Very well written. Impressive poem. Dark and hopeless feeling until the ending which is full of hope.

[Black Cat Fever]

A very dark and tragic poem of someone loosing all hope, thankfully, it turns out there still was a chance at life. Glad for the happy ending. A very well crafted poem.