The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

Feathers



His body moved, grace, beauty, danger

The look in his eyes could capture

Telling tales of tremendous pain, pleasure

A promise of to which, none can measure.



With black wings folded tight to skin

Raven feathers floating behind his wing

Soaring through the predators’ nightly world

Through black sky, through unworldly swirl.



Cutting the sky like velvety silk

His wings reopen in outward flick

And thrust behind his moulted feathers

They float but fall, his time near over



He pumps his wings and catches the wind

Floating higher, prolonging his sin

His hand grasping but not there yet

And he falls again, but his goal is set



Preasure forces his wings shut

Back to the beginning of his “little stunt”

But he knows what is, his goal

So once again, his wing unfold



Feathers fall from broken wings

But to the sky his heart does sing

Love propelling heart, propelling forward

Again he rises towards thy silver lunar



He does his best, he pushes and tries

But alas, broken wings cannot fly

And so he plummets back to earth

Away from his place of birth



He sheds his tears, needing to mourn

For he can never reach where he was born

To fall from the heavens was his curse

This eternal life, now, the worst...