Windy Mourning

As self proclaimed angels and demons alike swarm around The Fallin One; Its been years, Life times even. Ears twitching, annoyed by the flaps and howls in the distance lies made by the wind. Never the less taken lightly for call because the wind my lie existence is all the same.

Whoaa of he and tight of chest striped of wings from the falling, from a warning. "Not all born of your womb; suckled from thi breast truely love thee". At times hast of thought while lost of lung will betray. As of heavy of head nd light of tong may enslave. Learned by self after time finding love for what sicked, care for what threated.

So now here; sitting Amongs the winds of howls and flaps comforted to the fact its the only message the wind bring.

One among the wind