Wail of the Dying Jay

Azure as sea and white as pearl,

He lay dying on the grass.

Hurt, hunted and near death.

He cried and wailed,

For it was pain,

That shooting pain,

That caged him in his mortal cage.

It trapped his holy soul,

Pierced his heart,

And stole his grace.

He had flown high,

In his time,

Above the wales,

And above the streams.

He had tasted the skies,

And kissed the waters.

He had loved and lain,

With a cerulean maid, vain.

Now lay he, a crumpled mess.

With a broken wing,

And a broken will,

Proud and helpless.

He knew it was time.

Time to give up, and to perish.

One last time he wailed.

It resounded of frayed hope,

And battered senses.

Hurt, hunted and near death,

He lay dying on the grass.

Azure as sea and white as pearl.