A shelf of mountain stone, temporary respite
Cold blue air blasts, head hung low
Memories of deeds; haunting red sight
HIS will, carried in valley below
A defiance to orders, repercussions to come
As winged brethren carry the sentence
While tears cascade on the mountain, alone
Liquid testimonials to his repentance
Feathered limbs extend full width
White on white against cerulean skies
Leaning forward, leaving granite cliff
Thermal updrafts; slow gentle glide
One moment of peace, alone in the sky
Lavender aura in quiet shimmering
Upwards, to ivory and gold, away from hue and cry
Back to existence glimmering
A new feeling: swallowing black
Foreboding sensations of swirling grey
Divine wrath of righteous attack
Is HIS law by which all must pay