I saw the ebbs between my wings,
felt the vacancy,
and the cease of momentum,
the turning of things ...I saw the light,
but between my wings ,
were true shadows.
and a darkness over flowed the cups,
held by mortal prayers,
asking ,
the gods are where ...
Standing in ranks,
of hundreds,
of millions,
each of us showing signs of tinge,
some more than others,
saving themselves ,
leaving undercover..
I saw their backs turn their wings,
like my wings,
I saw tears,
and shiny things,
more than a few blades lay upon the ground,
the time to kneel has past...
A mouth opens,
I see, I fear non existence,
I hear the sound Ripping My Wings to the marrow,
pulling out the spines,
collapsing upright figures ,
that used to be ...
Take off,
Run,
now,
or be no more..
Between my wings head bowed,
I saw the change in things,
overflown the cups of mortals,
darkness,
the gods are where?
A hundred , A million feathers,
swirling,
rocking,
falling,
falling.