Fallen

Into the abyss I will go,
never again to rise,
but to always fall. The
days of that life have long
since passed. Its time for a new
beginning while starting at the end.
All things fallen will then rise,
and the dead will once again open their
eyes. The bird watches in the shadows
of that nearby sight. A crow bright as
day, but then , black as night. I question
his appearance in such an odd way.
He answers,
“Never again will I fall,
but to always rise.”