The sky so dark and dreary,
pondering the thought of night.
dreading the morning ado,
the sun's raises.
Listening to the birds singing the morning song,
watching the stars disappear from site.
Seeing the star's stories,
listening to the winds tell of the weather coming.
Lies heard thru out the forest,
mysteries laying under each leaf.
Pain under each piece of bark broken from the trees,
smells of freshly blossoming flowers.
Thoughts of a new being in the forest,
watching for something no one had heard of.
The wings fluttering from this being,
the horses following this being.
Staring at the being with eyes filled with disbelief,
the whole forest bowing down.
Looking in the reflection in the river,
all I see is me.
With wings,
and the unicorn besides me.
Staring at myself,
looking at the heavens.
Thanking the heavens for a great gift,
being giving wings by the Gods is an honor.
All the forest started whispering,
the only thing I heard them say was:
An angel lost in a world of Demons.
