Candy

The flying trees around me ,
are dripping with silver apples.
I chase after the ghosts,
of memories of the past.
Not feeling the deep dark crevice, the ground suddenly disappeared from under my wings.
Sometimes it takes something bad to realize your true abilities.
Flying up to the golden skies,
I am blinded by a majestical horse.
Death is the rider.
How can such a dark god be so beautiful?
Darkness surrounds my body,
crimson crows picking at my face,
Such sweet pain
Like eating sharp candy