PAWNS OF WINGS

WINGS

 My eyes the color of darkened clouds my hair a messy bun of black sitting in a bundle of curls on top of my head, my feet gently walk the street with a moonlit stroll my heels clicking gently on the marble floor. My body lean and tall, graceful as a cat. I watch the curtains pull there lights turning to ash before me before I can reach out and grab it. People run scampering away, grabbing their children scampering away like mice, doors slam as I walk blocking me from view. My black cloak draping over my shoulders towards the grey road, the tassels flying in different directions around me. Concealing my grave secret. My lips the color of roses, I twist my dagger of thorns around my blackened fingers as I walk. I watch the crows swarm around me in a fury of a movement calling to each other in unison. Matching my strides with equal measure.

Eyes of mixed colors follow my every footstep, I sense there curiousness of what I am, my pointed ears of sharp blades reach towards the sky, piercings line my ears with the people I love and lost, 10 lays pinned there, a memory that will never die. What lays under the surface is a darker grey of what I am now, and no one tries to understand because I am too far gone for their pity, pity is what I hate when I see it I crush it's like a dagger to the heart and I can't stomach the thought of anyone caring enough to feel sorry for me. Whispers glide along the street with the wind flowing in gentle waves, leaves of broken grey sweep down the path. Twisting inwards to my pawns of wings. My dagger flies from my grasp without even having to move glass shatters with a mighty crack thin shards of glass fill the street with gentle Peebles of blades, I turn to the direction of the broken window, I feel the eyes around me tense with fear. I smile. Pleased with my success of power, I suck in their fear. I watch the scared little women cowering in the window as my knife is pinned into her arm. I am in front of her in 2 swift movements another dagger clasped in my hand. I gently push her chin up so her eyes meet mine, my eyes pierce into hers I raIse my eyebrow a little, my hand carefully takes the gun from her quivering fingers, I study the shape the gentle curve of the structure. "I'm not the enemy here" I whisper in a quiet snarl. My crows twist in turn together in sudden motion a slim broad man appears from the wings of black, curls swirl along his head in a wisp of black, his eyes the colour of the midnight sky, "I am" he whispers in a quiet voice, I once shivered at the ice in this voice, realising now that I am exactly the same. I pull my dagger from her wrist in a swift smooth motion red veins glide gently down her wrist in a pool of roses at her feet. I eyes fall to my dagger as red splashes from the tip, I watch as she flinches in the reflection of the dagger, I gently hide my second dagger in my belt on my waist my eyes never leaving hers. I turn in a flash of black disappearing into the shadows of the room. I watch my partner shudder his form in a fury of black, as I turn to continue my stroll down the grey road once full with life, her screams follow my footsteps, I do not once fail a step I just keep walking. This is life now a series of war and blood, I will not let a little human get in my way.

The swarm of wings swirls in around me and I know it's time, I swiftly cut the strap around my neck from my coat of black, it falls without even a moment of hesitation. Air surrounds me in a sudden motion of black as the crows surround me in a hurricane of wings. My wings leap towards the sky, I hold my breath as the wind twists and turns down my feathery wings of black, clouding inwards to my glass of shards at the tips. I twist my muscles with ease as my wings gently twist with the wind, my body barely a weight from the ease of features. I lower them with barely a thought then I leap into the air my body sours through the gap of wings, wrapping my wings around my body I throw them outwards towards the sky. My tank top of black wipes around my side, my belt of weapons tang together in unison. Tights of black sweep down my legs greeting my knee high belted boots. My eyes blaze with this new sort of feeling as I fly outwards across the sky my wrists covered in scars and days of pain vanish as I fly through the sky. My hand tightens my blade of iron, I glide along the city circle. My eyes open with blacked pupils of lifeless color. I watch the swarm of black wings follows me in a swirl of lines. My secret is finally free I am no longer a deadly walking Dramther I am now a winged deadly Dramther.