Iridescent Wing

I once had a bird knock at my window.
Its beak made a steady cracking blow,
Not once, and not twice,
That cunning bird did knock thrice.

And I awoke from my lazy hazed space
To find that deceitful bird staring at my face.
Startled, I rose from my bed,
Leaving all my serene dreams dead.

A curse upon me, that bird did lay.
It sent the night on me to prey.
An ill omen sitting gently on fluffed wing
Shook my soul into despairing.

Who could ever foretell
Or guess the ancient right or spell,
That would change a fragile bird
Into something so malicious, in a word?

My peaceful dreams shattered around
Hitting the floor with a bell-like sound.
Their sharpened edges ripped at skin,
And, slowly, the bad sunk in.

For an eternity I lay in despair,
Wondering if there could be any hope there.
Then to my delighted surprise,
I discovered sight in new eyes.

I was saved by the wings of the dragonfly,
Who in one fell swoop cleared the rain from the sky.
Mercy can be such a beautiful thing,
When displayed on iridescent wing.

--This poem is based off of the folklore that if a bird flies into your window you will have bad luck.  This actually happened to me.  Around the same time every morning a bird would fly into my window.  I started having really bad luck and then someone told me about the folklore.  It wasn't until the next year that things started to change and, as they did, I noticed an increase in dragonflies around me and pretty much everything I owned.  So... this became my little brainchild.