Eldaire

I float up peacefully.
I drift to the sky.
The light of the heavens,
pours into my eye.

I go through the clouds,
up way up high.
My wings effortlessly pulling me.
Paradise is nigh.

I see pearly gates,
but as soon as I try,
to go through to heaven,
I can no longer fly.

I struggle and battle,
to stay in the sky.
But the fires of hell,
are what now fill my eye.

My wings become tattered,
and I fall from on high.
Gravity is too strong.
The dark realm is nigh.

I see the demons laughing,
as I pathetically try,
to flap my wings harder,
to once again fly.

I cry.
I cry.