It drifts gracefully through a myriad of jewelled sunsets
This delicate feather,adorned in its snow-dusted coat
As it weaves halos of starry twilights upon my head
I drink the alabaster heavens flowing from its jasmine garden.

It flutters around in garlands of twisted silk
This morose feather,clenched between fists of ragged grey
As it sketches tales of cracked brooches upon my chest
I cast ruby-drenched seeds into ridges of silver streams.

It crawls into a blue box of ravenous skeletons
This melancholic feather roasted in ebony leather
As it stabs scars of ensnared echoes into my hollow throat
I swim into the Stygian pearls and lie silently in wait.