I "Humming Widow"

What has become of me today?

Are my hands cuffed too tightly?

Do my own words have no say?

Now the widow has flown free

 

He has blackened dark wings

Made with wrath of mass shards

They're the ones that will sting

The weakest organ that sings 

 

The candle burns quite slow now

Weakening whispers is he

The whisper is so loud somehow

Making me fall to my knees

 

Blackened eyes in the dusty sky

Lie the sight of comfort and pain

Another sign in the night

Of coldness and frozen black rain

 

Falling down is he yet so am I

But the wings sometimes deny

If I don't land, crash, and I die

I will repent for days and nights

 

We all fell down from the same sky

But the widow got caught in a tree

And the leaves, branches, twigs and twine

Tangle around both his feet

 

What a distance away from home

This is not the place to meet 

What if we're better off alone

Cut the rope from both his feet

 

Fly low humming widow

Seize my eyes with a deep stroke

The things you'll see, the things you'll know 

Keep me high from the depth below