The black shadow of a bird snakes in and
Out of the path less travelled.
Grassy feathers; a reddish, bluish avian.
Purple doesn’t exist in this sliver of silver shade.

King of wings; Excalibur, they call it.
Evolution had no role in this being of an angel’s wings
Devil’s face. Defying matter conservation, neither earth, 
Heaven, nor hell served its place of birth;
Deep within the void,
Color of magic,
Where even the phoenix danced with star and ash,
All that was this bird, including its shadow,
Was described as a bachelor.