Nightmare
Disclaimer: I own this poem and the dream that inspired it. I merely decided to put this as one of my favorite characters that this reminds me of.
Softly falling through the air.
An unmoving jungle below.
Peacefulness staying with me as I fall, but go nowhere.
Soft winds brushing my face and I expect the ground to come rushing at me.
The jungle switches to a forest.
Lush with beautiful trees and flowers.
It's springtime.
But it was fall before…
My mind fights against the illusion.
The sky turns a bright yellow, blinding me.
I look to the sky.
But there is no sun.
It all becomes too strange for me.
I unfold a set of white and golden striped wings.
The yellow sky darkens to a blood red.
Panic fills my being.
A massive amount of pain fills me then.
I look back.
My wings are now black.
And where the gold was,
It is stained scarlet with blood.
My blood.
Motionless.
Wanting to scream in agony but no sound comes out.
I was an angel but then I fell.
My wings were white but then they turned black.
Now, they are broken and useless.
I fall.
Black blood trails behind me as my broken wings try to stretch and take flight.
The ground now rushing towards me.
I close my eyes.
Weightlessness.
Then, nothing.