SweetOdodoGrass43

The Thing That Dies

Hope was a simple being

She searched for nourishment

She found a mate

Hope loved to fly

UP HIGH, where the endless clouds gave the heavens that earthly glow

As Hope flew, she wished to never come down

The tales of her flight and how she soared spread

When one day, her wings spread ten-fold

Her pride led to the hubris that encompassed her soul

Never to stop

Fed on the nectar of clouds

IMMORTAL

The pain came suddenly

Her wing throbbed

She fell from the heavens

Hope felt the wind pass through her wings

-Dropping air pressure

The impact of the earth, that GROUNDING force

As the shadow stood after her

She was lifted

Too tired to move

No longer able to imbibe the nectar of the clouds

Hope\'s head hung low

Before the heaviness sank in

The color of the words spoken drifted in the air

\"A nice catch that bird is, quick-footed with grace, but too distanced with reality to hold fear. It\'s one in a million, for they fly drunk, starved, and crazed.\"

And the words were RED