My Sweet Release..

Alone, I sit, cleaning my wings.
The moonlight cast sparkles on the trees as it reflects off of their silvery surface.

My existence is becoming extinct due to those who don't believe in me.
Overwhelming my reason for living.

My mind is clear and my eyes are rapidly hunting.
I know now what I must do.

With each laceration, the scarlet color was causing the forest floor to taking on a new look.
Passion, I thought of, as I continued painting.

The warm shower of myself was rejuvenating.
Making me smile because of the reincarnated new being.

This new power was invigorating, inspiring, motivating.
I sighed.

What a sweet release...