The sound of the humming bird
Reminds me of this moment.
I hear the humming softly,
I hear Symbolica's joyous cries of
Redemption.
Although those lost children of his
Were eliminated by himself,
He stands redeemed to his old self.
The angel cries in pain,
Unclothed in the darkness
For the light has left him.
Symbolica's skin hardens to allow
No one else to share
His abilities.
The cry of an eagle rings loud
In my ears and behold,
A new group forms.
The group reads made of five
But the name reads of six letters.
This group flourishes sealed as
We bloom sealed in existence.
