So pretty and perfect in the sky,
Weaving through the green stalks of greenlife endlessly,
Searching the one perfect goal in life.
I bet you’ve never seen the crimson veins beneath their wings,
When they turn a livid red when the sky turns dark,
They are predators with unpleasant dreams,
Determined to infect their victims’ with wickedness.
Flapping those deadly wings over hills and plains,
Every movement causing whirlwinds across the land,
Stirring awake countless souls,
Restless and awaken.
You might not know them,
You would not know them at all,
For they come in silence,
They are deadly assasins,
Ready to knock you down.
They will knock you down.