Those Wings

I remember you
All that time ago
Your white, crippled wings
Beating the sky
Standing defiant against the cosmos

Together we stood
Beaten
Battered
But we stood.

Against Creation we stood.
A fool's crusade
But some things are worth fighting for.
Worth dieing for.

On that count it was right
The Morning Star, so bright.
But I saw his goal.

Our fate was different.
Our choices
Those things freely given
So that the young would not meet our fate.

Cast away.
Sealed in lead.
Radioactive
Toxic.

We strove for our own
Something made
Not given.

To earn on our own merit.
Salvation in our damnation.
The Star chose Hell.
We chose our own.

And were punished even greater than he.
I remember you, my brethren.
On that broken field.
White, crippled wings.
Beating the sky.