Consumed in chaos
a haunting song from surreal wings.
from the echoes of a passing swan,
an angel is born.
through the beauty of the downfall
and we watch on verge of tears
to see the fragile broken...
what slender neck
contorted.
what surreal wings
rest crooked.
and all of it engulfed in red.
as the feathers to the wind, her feathers to the wind.
still fly away.
