Black Wings Poem by Secrets Of The Dark

I soar above a sky were darkness is all but seen. No twinkling lights are seen in this sky but pure darkness is the only thing you'll see. My wings are unseen they blend with the dark but they soar high above the rest. I feel no sympathy for the souls in the firey pit belowith of me. The ones who never asked to be saved. They lived a life with many chances but never did they take. With out streached wings I look below and regret is all I see. They had many chances that were never token. And here are all the ones who never did ask right below my black wings.