my WINGS and her GOLDEN hair.

Anger that is deep inside
Does not come from outside
It is a dream from far away
That brings an ocean of blood
To flow trough your veins.
Losing my white feathers
Way too early
Now everyone is counting time
When last one of them falls
And my wings will be for ever black.
Who might have known
That when one soul splits in half
You get two beautiful princesses and a curse
That no man can break.
Yet I thought
There can be a life in-between
Neither white or black.
I was not given a choice
Neither did my twin sister.
Her hairs once shining bright as gold
Now fade away like color in the rain.
I wonder when will our hearts
Turn dark from inside out.
Will it be
When my wings will lose the last white feather
Or when my sisters last strand of hair
Turns into pitch black letter.
No-one said it would be easy
Being a kings daughter
But leaving our soul in the hands
Of the wheel of faith
Sounds absurd and unfair.
What choice do I have
The cruelest joke of them all is my answer.
Cut your wings and her golden hair
And you bout can stay like you are.
Said the lady spinning the wheel
Almost for three century's.
I would pity her if it was a different situation
But now I just feel pure hatred.
Cut my wings and lose my freedom!?
Cut my sisters hair and lose all beauty she has within!?
Or give away our soul
For white or black light shining in the distance.
That would mean we can't go back
To everything we have now.
Our soul would belong to one or other side
But never again in-between with the ones we love.
What would you do in my place?