Feathers so Vicious
Zander, Liv
More treacherous than war... are the battles within a heart.
Perched between branches and shadows,
We watch, we scheme,
Fighting for a kingdom forgotten and forlorn.
Until we rip her away with our claws,
Our prisoner, our pawn, our plaything.
She's innocent and pure,
Fragile and helpless...
...but oh so guilty by blood.
She calls us beasts,
Wicked and evil,
Vicious and cruel.
We are all that and worse.
One of us offers her sh...
