Wings of Blood

A poem about life.

Drifting aimlessly,

Through this world.

Life's wind holding up,

My wings of blood.

 

Amazing visions,

My eyes behold.

Beauty and majesty,

In the world below.

 

Love and joy,

Once held in hand.

Now pain and hate,

Rule this land.

 

I'm tired of the pain,

My soul endures.

I'm sick from the hate,

My heart longs for.

 

So I bid farewell,

To those I love.

As I sail away,

On wings of blood.

Author's Note

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