The Fall

I feel cold. So cold.

Two reasons behind,

The chilled drift of the plane strokes me,

A paralleled aura emanates from beside.

I use the little energy I have,

and will myself to look.

I've seen that face many a time.

Yet it looks ordinary,

Yet it looks warped.

It is the balance of truth.

For everything good there is bad.

The bad has reigned too long,

my sisters' voices scream.

Your wings have burned, Icarus,

Under the searing gaze of justice.

Come now it's time to fall.

I stare straight ahead again.

I know,

Good shall rise with this descent.