Falling Symbol

Fighting angels sped over shattered clouds, Drawing their golden swords with honey creeper stains, Symbolism dancing in the reflective sky, The active image bursting through glassy eyes, The engagement concludes with feathers falling, Pieces of hawk’s armor slowly descending with gravities grip, That piece of war fell into his dazed lap, Trembling, shaking, buzzing of the definition of the odorous feather, Fragrance of red-blossom syrup, orange spotted berries, and volcanic exhale, The story a bristle covered spine tells, Giving vivid definition to his cautious presence, He smelt his explanation from the armor’s spine, He had witnessed a natural conflict that took place on stage, He was the audience that watched it progress, Never will he know the dead end though conclusion he thought he saw, What were the soldiers names, their purpose, their intentions, Or was it a moment for human reflection, A gift nature gave to he who firmly stood, Stopping to reflect on the battle of heaven’s feather warriors, His face smiled as he looked to the reflective sky, Sureness prevailed, definition exists, clarity revealed, The feather was a symbol that even angels will compete, The greatest challenge for the highest seat, All from sighting the hawks above.