Bird in a Tree

In a moment of inspiration, I wrote this piece. It is nothing immensely special; I didn't pour hours into creating it. It was just a moment's thought whispering in my ear; I felt that if I didn't write it down immediately that it would disappear. Enjoy...

 

He cut off my wings so that I could not fly

He cut off my wings and soon I shall die

But my soul will not perish in the depths of hell

It will return with a vengeance, with sorrow to tell

I will be a bird that sings my song

And I will whistle and sing all day long

I will fill his day with madness and tears

Until he is torn to face his fears

He will see me then, the bird that I be

He will scream, he will cry for what he sees

And though he may take his last earthly breath

I will not be, nor become his angel of death

For I am what I am what else can I be

But an angel in heaven and a bird in a tree

Reviews

[Donni]

good rhythm and rhyme. Well done! happy writing. Donni