Her Wings

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Simple snow white feathers

transforming to scarlet red and dark black

upon my sweet angels back

as she flys the feathers fall out

her eyes, fill with doubt

Her wings stop beating

Few feathers remain

The curse has taken over

She looks over her shoulder

Huge majestic wings of solid red

Ease her feelings of dread...

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