Hanging on the ceiling of the room hanged a victorian style bird cage, it hung up high with a lone dove inside.
The dove looked sad as it had no mate.
Suddenly two masked people entered the room and black smoke began to suffocate the dove as the two people spoke.
Suddenly two invisible ropes pulled the dove to one side then the other.
The cage soon fell and revealed an angel inside a large bird cage.
Her hands, feet, and wings chained up.
Tears streaming down her face, a raven on her shoulder.
The two people returned and this time I watched as the voices in her wings left one by one, the two people soaking them up like hungry ghouls.
The angel stayed silent as the two people left.
Speechless, I tried to walk over and free the girl however no matter I did I couldn't get her free.
I couldn't get her to look up at me, to say no to those people.
When she finally did look at me the two people would immediately come back, pull her away, before she could have anything to say.
I noticed, in the corner sat two thrones however far apart, one painted black holding a gas lantern while the other held a leashed dog and whip.
The two people then came back to the angel and adorned her with gifts, however the angel just cried instead of relief.
It was as if this was something bad rather than good.
You could tell she respected those two people, was scared of them.
Yet when they neared she would offer them a red rose with a smile.
I cried at this whole scene and soon left that room of sorrow.
Remembering how it felt to never know how it would go tomorrow.
Whether or not someone would listen to my song, and help me fly.
I walked down the hallway, now following the butterfly.