For we each, coated in spotless white, with elegant, strong wings.

Soar upon the heights. Living in sunlight, and abundance.

Blessed, and beautiful creatures, with crowns.

Destined to royalty, and to rule.

Until we, of our own will, strike our wings.

Falling below the clouds to an abyss.

Upon striking the ground our delicate wings will be broken beyond repair,

and our crowns will shatter.