there was once light in these wings not the kind that warms but the kind that blinds now they carry the weight of silence each feather a memory torn from grace i did not fall i was cast out a whisper against the will of heaven a flicker of defiance in the hollow eyes of fate and still they shine ghostly fractured beautiful in ruin this is no longer flight this is the art of surviving the fall let them tremble at my shadow for i am not what i once was i am what they fear to become