The White Dove (rewritten)

Unwelcome to a world,
Were pain is real,
This is a world of hate.

Can you find the dove,
Here there is no love,
Everyones in a void of..

Bloody marks haunt,
It makes me want,
A disease to make me gaunt.

The wings I softly tear,
This land is full of despair,
Now a dove shall never feel the air.

I shall tell you beware,
Learn from the black bear,
Quietly whisper the lords prayer.

The existence of tender loving care,
Shall never reappear,
So thief unaware.

Pain you cannot handle,
A insanity that expands,
Can you live in my world.

Will you face the fear,
Shall you fight my death,
Bird of peace destroyed.

Life seeps away threw the crescent patch's,
These blood covered wings dye,
Last white feathers red.

Cried, and ran to bed,
This is how I became dead,
Blood, so cherry red.

Ian Robert Potapoff

Authors Comment: I rewrote this poem, I had some good comments from people, so I thought I'd make it even better, I might even work on a third.