They descend upon the world like the first snow-

Unseeing, unseen. There is a sigh and all begins anew.

The tears of the new moon, the sun's first pale rays, unprofaned, snatched up by crooked, spitefully gnarled hands. 

We feed them our lies with a spoon, expose them to our uglinesses. Corrupt their purity with our humanity-

One by one the ivory feathers tumble, tattered from reality's unrelenting jaws.

Suddenly, they are gone. In their stead are empty vessels, doomed never to fly again. 

The End

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