Red,
the color to end all colors.
Black,
the death of all colors...
Why must I continue to fail my friends?
Doomed to see them in the end,
but not able to help them.
I fear that one day when all is said and done,
I am the last thing they see,
but I am doomed to never come...
Last night I could hear gates opening,
a voice beckoning me to come.
There frightening part of it was,
that the color of the gates were none...
Looking around the contrast,
it was the one that I sought.
Cloud-filled heavens with sunlight,
but the gates were not bright...
The voice continued to beckon me,
from a source unseen.
I turned my back on it,
as others have seen...
I looked down on the Earth below,
watching countries pass by.
It looks so beautifull,
as I watched days go by...
Why would people want to harm each other?
On such a beautiful peice of rock?
The colors constantly mixing and molding,
like the oceans on a beach of rock...
I cast on look over my shoulder,
the gates closing behind me.
"Down there is where they need me,
"no matter the pain it will bring me..."
And so I fall back down toward the earth,
my dark wings spreading to catch me.
For no many how many times I may fail,
I have friends that will guide me...
And in the end,
when all is said and done.
At no thought to the cost,
I may have only helped one...
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You will not see me doomed at my end.
You will not be my last look befor I die.
because I will be the one to help you go threw this lifeless world that we dont belong in.
I am there for you when you need me I will be here no matter what.