The Boy Who Could Fly

Intro

A warrior stands on the edge of Heaven, tattered wings and all.
He looks out on the world below, a smaller one than his.
Earth as they call it, was something he could only see but could not touch.
It was a curse and a gift.
The war raged on above clouds where no man could see.
The sound of brothers and sisters being killed echoed in the warriors ears.
He shut his weary eyes tightly, wanting the thoughts in his head to end but they wont.
The blood of the fallen angels laid on his hands and sword, crushed spirits rested below his feet.
He picked up what was left of his worn out soul and continued to fight but he didn't fight for his self, he fought for his family.