I felt the blackest wings attach to my back this morning
I awoke with them, rose out of bed and felt them flutter
Heaviness, burden and foreboding
Warrior wings of archangels, now were mine
Not to possess, I knew that.
They had brought me a message
Something soon would approach
Something as heavy as those wings
Those invisible wings that I could feel, yet not see
For they were cloud like, pitch black smoke
I carried these wings for three days
Each day, they became lighter
The darkness fading, but still attached
They are with me now,
Protecting me and aiding in the battle ahead.
Their appearance confused me
But now I understand
My body is at war with itself
And I take my Vorpal Sword in Hand.