SciFi and Fantasy Stories: Falling

Falling

               The figure questions and pulls itself down

               Closer to waiting new kin.  Now a frown

Accompanies drying tears on its cheeks.

Now, through the feathers, a bit of scale peeks--

               Next, the warping of the halo at its crown

And now, as a horn, each point the sky seeks.

               Light, from the eyes driven by banishment--

               In its place, cold desire for vengeance sent.

The powerful, helpless thing tears its clothes.

Its mournful cries protest the pain it knows;

               Forbidden wisdom makes its love dormant.

The killing compulsion in its heart grows.

               Its tongue forks.  It loses its hold on right.

               It falls at last into the endless night.