Feather

A feather drifts through the skies, every now & then,
it tumbles as it gets caught in updrafts of the wind..
Sitting amongst the debris that should be life..
A fallen Angel stares into the moments..
tears of mercury weigh heavy upon her face,
constantly slicing away are the knives of disgrace..
she greets oblivion with haste..
though she knows mercy will never come..
especially with such simplistic grace..
eternal shadows for an infinity of life times ..
the loneliness is crushing..
but she has no soul in which to feel the true burdens of her isolation..
as the wind picks up more feathers and carries them away..
they remind her of the souls in which she plays..
battered and torn as they drift away,
once gleaming and bright, now sullen and grey..
she pays for each of them dearly and repeatedly..
her pound of flesh forever bleeding..
surrounded by foma from those who despise..
A potency of evil from the darkest of planes..
conceived from the blackest of hate..
this hellbound existence, her pre-determined fate.

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