A bird without wings
When it flies and climbs
It collects gleaming pebbles
It lets out a haunting cry
It visits its nest
It needs its wings

But it can't find them
It's empty, dead, a shell
But nobody hears it
To pay a bloody debt
It just crashes and burns
Is just a corpse

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Phaestian, in the year 913 AF.