Delicate Are Iron Wings

An abomination, of forked tongue and wing...
Lament at the birds, how they sing!
And in beauty, should I not perceive,
The world, through all of my grief?
Of heart and soul I have …none,
Regret... for the evils I’ve done.
As angels before me, have wept...
In sorrow, one cannot accept…
This life, for her cruelty, and rage...
As prisoners, blind to their cage.
Of flesh and bone… you are bound,
Let the hand of fate, cast you down!
For no beauty, in pain can they see...
Focused only, on the demon in me...

by Chelesea Lynn Flescher