She was hurt and
It wasn't white anymore
The blood had made it red
It was blood-red, her wing
From some corner of the globe
She had taken to the air
With infinite anticipation
But ahem!
It was another hunting
She had abundant dreams
Though only nightmare came true
Still there was dream of clouds
In her closing eye
Sooner she was on ground
& found the sky red
Instead of blue
She had to travel very far
But met an impasse & had to die
