⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂ Whispers, cries, blood, and sin Shaking of all the world Their cries calls them Their tears blessed them Their voice marks them Their claws curse them Their wings, large and small Their blood, blessing or curse They must answer the hiddens calls, They must bear their curse They must fix what has been broken They must, or there would be nothing left ⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂ This is my first original story I hope you like it