dark wings

dark wings 1

the sky is so dark,

tiger's wings fly,

he escapes the silence,

into the night.

the stars are gone,

only light fades,

but his spirit still rises.

the dark is in his eyes,

silent yet strong,

the silence of days turning bright.

the wings no longer hover,

they fly without a purpose,

until the night grows heavy and cold.

the silent call is lost in silence,

till he hears it in distant ears,

the rustle of broken windows,

sounds that never land on him.

the air thick with smoke,

the smell of decay,

he turns to find nothing there.

but in the silence he finds his own way,

the path through darkness,

where shadows fall and nights rise.

the dark is gone,

he sees the light again,

soul rises from the ashes.

tiger's wings no longer hover,

they fly without a purpose,

until the night grows heavy and cold.

the silent call is lost in silence,

till he hears it in distant ears,

the rustle of broken windows,

sounds that never land on him.

dark wings 2

he reaches out his wing,

and the same for the tigress.

tiger's wings fly,

they are not ordinary ones,

but they belong to him.

the sky is so dark,

no light ever comes in sight,

but the air thickens with smoke,

scent of decay,

he turns to find nothing there.

but in the silence he finds his own way,

the path through darkness,

where shadows fall and nights rise.

the dark is gone,

he sees the light again,

soul rises from the ashes.

tiger's wings no longer hover,

they fly without a purpose,

until the night grows heavy and cold.

the silent call is lost in silence,

till he hears it in distant ears,

the rustle of broken windows,

sounds that never land on him.