Wings of black,
Bringing blessed shade.
Sheltering me,
Hiding from the light.
Feathered wings bring darkness,
A sheltering gift.
Surrounding me,
Like Rapture's embrace.
Whose wings are they,
Keeping me safe from the sun's fury?
Whose feather is this,
Floating before my eyes?
A strange twist of fate,
When I find they are my own.
Flight, unexpected.
And I am free.
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