A fall into disparity with a bleeding stone.
Quickly eaten by the torment of words that are not his own.
He was soon nothing but a shell,
A hollow husk of what was once a man.
He looks toward the starlit sky,
Scanning the Heavens for a new home
Catching a glimpse of a winged figure throwing a silhouette against the moon.
He asks the creature, 'When will this agony end? '
With a piercing screech replies the bird,