.:We Know Our Wings Are Flawed:.

[MorningStar]

..::We are the in between, cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..

Ebonite femme caresses the chalk white earth, appendages of onyx hue dance in a fluid motion. Ribbons of ebony flow and tangle in the frosty air. Oculus of sapphire scan the area, fluttering velveteens inhale, breathing in the halcyon backdrop. Personage lifts to the sky while her diadem swings to and fro matching the femme's graceful action.

..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..

Damsel's ivories bare, snapping at the air as she inhales the aroma of other equids. Appendages dance an enigmatic dance of sinewy amaze, across the topography. Her daggers fall in the deep with underneath her as damsel goes into the heart of the field, vocals chords ring in a singsong of vibrancy.

..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..