Warning: Mentions of blood
The wings quietly fold
Wrapping closely around the shivering body
Soft white frozen death floated deep into the cold
And they touch the ground turning bloody
As he sits in hushed meditation
The glazed over ice formation
Of a once breathing fountain
Cries for the cast out
And only one can hear this shout
His footsteps fall behind the red patch as the bargain
Is struck with sad lines across fate
And the line that was once straight
Begins to twist, turn, and knot
The air burns, boiling hot
The flakes of loss
Are burned before they touch
And the ground catches the crashing cross
As the wings stretch once again
And fly into the warm comforting rain
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