She flew with skeleton wings
So weak and weary
Looking helpless with rotting skin
Her white face has dug holes where her cheeks have been
And her teeth where formed into an everlasting smile
Even though she grieves
She grieves over the dead who haven't been resurrected
She grieves over the living who haven't acknowledged her presence
She grieves over her fallen feathers
As she roams aimlessly as an outcasted bird
With bones for wings
Even though they rattled at break of dawn
As the cool air cracked her skeleton
She was an oscine
And even though she hid in her cage every night
She would never fail to sing
She would sing for the fallen stars that represented her dreams
She dreamt of fallen feathers
The feathers that have been stolen from her
By the evil gods who have taken her life
Who have plucked her wings while she slept beneath the grounds
Such punishable acts
Made by those who punish
And as she crept under the grounds
So calm and still
She was acclaimed as an angel
With no feathers to cover her wings
And only thoughts to light her stars.
