The End and the Beginning

I have heard it said many time

"It is not the end; it is the beginning."

But what is wrong with the end?

Why do we fear to the point of changing its name?

Perhaps we see as ugly and frightening.

Perhaps it repulses us because we cannot fathom the idea.

We cannot grasp the concept of "no more"

So we overlook the "no" and only see the "more".

We choose to attach angel wings to a demon

And then omit the demon.

We choose to be blinded by the radiance of the wings.

And thus, with the wings, we create "Beginning" from "End", the demon.

But where do we get the angel wings?

Which poor angel had to be condemned to the ground

All because of our selfishness and fear?

What happens to the wingless angel?

For he is no longer an angel:

A divine creature known for its wings.

His wings have been cut off,

His white robe now stained in red.

He is no longer an angel. 

His scarred and bloody appearance is comparable to that of a demon.

But after all, for an angel without wings, it really is the End.