Ⓒ sammykizz

The enormous red and black beauty of the sky,
Always been free to fly.
But since all the little creatures-
With their bows and arrows-
Inhabited the lands,
Freedom is no longer grace.

In disbelief that I am the only one of my kind,
Always hiding behind the great green vines,
Trying to pretend everything is fine.
A lonely mystical creature,
A pure, fierce beauty of the empty blue sky.

All alone in a big black hole of despair,
Weeping over the devastation.
The once beautiful, once peaceful land,
Is now...