It was taken from me though I was given the most incredible wings I've seen. I flew in clouds passed golden gates as if normal. Laying on fluffy white watching the people down below, and the ones with sinter smiles with confusion. They had not wings of white but horns of black. Days passed and I watched the sinter smiles, soon showned not care by other wings of white. Looked down on by all not hurt though the sinter smile of one made me feel peaceful. All power frowned upon myself and I fell out of the white feeling betrayed, wings of white not care and smile. I fell in ring of trees lost and broken my wings no longer white but tanted black. I walk in nothing but mudded white dress alone. None see my tanted wings though sinter smiles eye me sadly. Fear and sadness turned dark I feel anger to all powerful he has left me tanted, unlove, and with no peace. Looking for a my sinter smile of the one made peaceful but find nothing. I sit still for many moons, I have been tanted for I am shamed. Sitting unmoving for I am nothing for I am fallen
