FicWad

Blood and guilt turn to feathers/
whose deeds are taken for shame/
peace and purity are to white/
as lust and sin are to black/
Flap, sway, and flap, they are there for display alone/
Blood is not enough/
It is only a stepping stone/
To die is not the end/
to be a coward is not shame/
human and animals alike are shame/
To have the necessity to kill.



To want to feel powerful is a weakness/
a dagger pointing ahead/
never looking behind/
never seeking to defend/
purpose alone decides a life/
it is necessary to grant will/
It is a shield and it is a sword/
a truth in lies we're told/
Good and bad were decided once before/
yet not everyone agrees/
If any fool should know not to kill/
Then why do we do so?


Why do we make our own grave to lie in?
Why do we cause fear?
What is power is weakness/
and what is weakness is power/


there will be an untimely hour/
Good and evil alike will perish/
Yet never forgotten in the sands of time/
death is the least of concerns/
death is to be feared/
yet it is adored/
the unknown truly puzzling/
as blood drips down each feather the clock ticks away


Sin and blessing alike stain these wings/
there is much to be lost yet much to be gained/
you choose white or black/
but I choose red for my simple wings.



-Lady Kurama