Falling Dove

Lil' Dove of curiosity and hope,
diving in air like a falling drop.
Coruscant rays spread wide,
inviting for a wild ride.

Sprinted to catch, the alluring glitter,
oblivious of thunder, that was bitter.
The strike made the Dove fall,
despite every protest after all.

Bracing itself for the impact,
but the outcome wasn't as expect.
Instead of any painful wound,
only heard a splashing sound.

The event felt like a deja vu,
pondering there without a clue.
Then it tried to fly above,
but lurking vulture grabs its throat.
Tearing the wings, deepening the wound
throwing it back, on the ground.

Tears of guilt, rolling down.
Each counting, every foul.

Was it me, that caused it pain?
What was it, I wanted to gain?

Is this beginning, or the end?
Will the Dove, be able to fly again?

I know it can,
I know it will.
So, here I am, trying again.
Oh! Lil' Dove, please fly again.