Broken Wings

Kneeling on a dirt road,
Her sinful tears are full of sorrow.
Her soul is black with vile deeds,
But she tells herself, "everything will be better tomorrow."

Her once pearlescent wings,
Are tattered and torn into sweet despair.
Her wings melt into emotionless ash,
But the wind swirls around and begins to repair.

Her beautiful, broken wings,
Disengage and become no more.
The serenity inside of her,
Turns into panic, feeling the raw gore.

The prevailing evil spirit,
Swirls around her faster.
Creating magnificent black wings,
Rogue Wings of Catastrophic Disasters.

Outlined with barbed-wired,
Flaked with gray dust, emanating hate.
Her wings are so powerful,
She calls them her Wings Of Fate.

Containing such vile matters,
Her wings spread hate with a painful sting.
Evil created a bitter machine,
For that, these are now her Broken Wings.