Last summer I was flying
Soaring in fact
My wings graced breezes Icarus could not
The sun could not be my downfall
The wind could not be my downfall
Eventually my feet would hit the ground
Tomorrow would come and I would be in the skies once more

However my routine fell apart
A hunter shot me
An arrow pierced my
Breastbone and then I was
Falling
Wings slipping and sliding on
Invisible ice as I grasped for
Control
The newly red arrow anchored
Me to the earth
To the flightless ground
Put me in possession of
Man
Who would pluck me and
Send me into a fiery abyss

I just wanted to fly
I wanted an adventure
I wanted to spread my
Wings and relax

From here was a declining
Spiral
And moments before the
Hunter found me