Fallen

Ghostly white feathers
Scattered across frosted stone
Stirred by the dark whisperings of the night
Pasted together with liquid gold

Slender fingers, map of scars
A blade fragmented into shards of cold fire
A boy of sun and sky
Cast into the shadows

Dirty, glorious wings
Broken, like him
Bones snapped by duty
Open and defenseless as he fell

A mother would grieve
Her tears of silver would adorn his ivory cheek
But not his comrades, nor fellow soldiers
Already departed in silence

Glassy eyes refuse to close
Longing for the future he will never see
Heaven's fiery stars reflected in his gaze
Though he is blind, he looks toward home