I squint through the keyhole, push open the door,
Pearly-white feathers lie strewn on the floor.
From pigeons these feathers could well have been hacked,
But blood streams in rivers from a dark angelâ??s back.
Who would have committed this hideous crime?
Torn the wings off an angel and hurled her through time?
The knife in her grasp silently answers for me,
Thereâ??s a reason she sits there, all naked and gory.
To be humanâ??s her wish, just one sacrifice
Will grant her desire, her wings will suffice.
Her hair is all matted, her hand shakes with pain,
But her eyes show no loss, only sparkle with gain.
Sheâ??s amazed at the knowledge that sheâ??s human at last,
Time to move on and invent a new past.
Her bright smile falters, her eyes show new fear,
No longer immortal, her blood debtâ??s too dear.
I back through the feathers still scattered on the floor,
Take the key from the keyhole and pull shut the doorâ?¦
