Fallen Feather

After a fallen feather
A soft light feather
Lands to your hand
Though broken and gapped
Will you mend it?

After a fallen feather
A snow white feather
Lands to your hand
Though stained from blood
Will you caress it?

Before long it took a flight
Towards the sun and falls
Onto a tree of pointy leaves

Right after, it took a walk
Across the tree and stepped on
By a giant foot of mis-truths

Then, close by you passed
Upon me you look
Staring deep into the shaft
Where lies the heart
And by any, if not every, means
It fell
Right on your hand
Though broken and gapped, stained from blood
Will you take it and its heart?

-Naytica-