My cursed wings...

This cellar I have learned to know..and hate..
As I sit here chained to the wall...
Feeling the bloody stumps of my wings..still stinging..
I wonder why..humans did this to me..
I came in peace..not to harm...
But what I meet was anger and hate....
So anyone please tell me..anyone..
What did I do to deserve this?
The answer is simple my friend: I lived, I came and I'll die..
Because I lived, the humans hated me, because I had wings, humans envied me..
They hated me for something I was born with...not a choice but fate...
So as I sit here waiting for the death that is surely to come...
I see a ripling silvery orb in front of me...an orb of pure silver..
An orb of peace and calm...
As I look at it..
I am drawn to it with my eyes..and what it tells me is not what I were wanting..
But perhaps it was the best...
It tells me of my death, how the humans will throw rocks at me, spit and throw words that hurt..
All this because of these wings...these cursed wings...
But my fate was decided ages before I existed..
I am to end my life at the age of 14..
Yet again I think it is because of these wings..
These mocking wings of bird feather..
I curse them again and again over in my mind..
Wanting to be reborn without them...
But no...that will not happen..
Fate has it in her cards to let me be reborn again and again until humans will accept me...
Cursed be these wings..
I think as I am burned to sate the hunger for blood...
Again I think as my last memory slips....
I will die...again....

Written by Mybrokenwings