Black Feather
The most beautiful white wings spread defiantly,
the final last word was abruptly said
He was to be sent to the pits of the Underworld,
and a prince for all to dread
There was a time he was Father’s favorite,
for this one was the very first
But not being satisfied with what was given,
the ultimate power fueled his thirst
The great master of the twisted word,
deception in store for all mankind
Wanting every soul meant for Heaven,
no truer evil will you find
There is an undeniable balance in the Universe,
good and evil are part of our soul
To find the answer to the mysteries of life,
will one day soon take it’s toll.
By Nick Sym
