Heart Without Wings
Hands weakened from fear firmly clasp
Two sisters will become one at last
Holding tightly onto each other
Dreading their last moment together
Warm hands take hold of a neck and beg for mercy
The task will be done in an angered hurry
One sibling gone, a butterfly at last
The other, confused, holding to memories fast
A life together was always thought
A life apart was what death brought
Living as one, but always alone
A set of colored wings, a single heart of stone