Winged

Black winged creatures fill the Western sky,

And no one below ever wonders...

No doubts about their purpose here,

No questions required, no fear...

These winged people have always been here

Present always, absent never,

Hidden away under layers of ignorance,

Under layers of history,

Under the earth itself,

Behind the dark side of the moon...

Around.

Winged creatures fill the Eastern sky,

And in their presence all will bow,

For they are innocent, and ruthless.

For they are dead and still alive.

For they are demons in disguise