In The Hidden Kingdom, it is revealed how RainWings are often abducted by NightWings from their home in the rainforest and taken to a dark volcano. This poem comes from the perspective of one of those unlucky RainWings as they come to the painful realization that they've taken their life in the rainforest for granted.
- I Used to See the Colors -
I doubt I'll ever find out how I ended up in this place,
surrounded by darkness, heat, and a scent that I distaste.
Did I do something wrong? Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?
These questions poke at my chest, digging deep, just like a knife.
I used to see the colors of trees, of birds, of mud, and the sky.
Now I can't help but wonder if the life I lived was just a lie.
Red was once the taste of strawberries, their delectable juice was so sweet.
Now all the color reminds me of is the crimson blood of rotten meat.
Orange was once the aroma of flowers, on their petals, dewdrops glistened.
Now all it proves is the intensity of lava, its warmth keeping me imprisoned.
Yellow was once the light of the sun, in its radiance, RainWings would sleep.
Gold is now the malice of dark dragons, making their prisoners weep.
Green was once the protection of trees, their trunks keeping us off the ground.
Though it's been weeks since I arrived here, I haven't seen any plants around.
Blue was once the sound of rain, an excuse to relax until tomorrow.
Now I see it in my fellow inmates, their scales painting a story of sorrow.
Purple was once the tranquility of sunsets, the reassurance that everything's alright.
Now the color dominates the skies, plunging us into eternal night.
I regret my ignorance toward the wonders around me, I admit my views were slanted.
If I ever escape from this prison, I promise I'll never take them for granted.
I used to see the colors of fruits, of moss, of stars, and light.
If I never forget these memories, then just maybe, I'll be alright.