Soft feathers falling in the night,
I brush away dissembling snow.
O ye who gave him sweet, swift flight,
Begone, lest you his burden know.
His tears fall on my upturned face,
My brother in all else but name-
This broken bird in my embrace,
His shaking body wracked with shame.
This blame he shoulders on his own
For plummeting so far, so fast-
I stay that he is not alone,
And pray that his pain cannot last.
Soft feathers torn in weeping rage
Fall bloody in a silent knell,
The badge of Heaven’s dark despair
At falling for a lord of Hell.
