Framed

He is not kind.
He is not caring.
He does not play well with others.
He is hated by all.
Loved by none.
He is framed.
He is Falkener.
He has been thrown to the dirt.
But he rises.
It is only his selfish arrogant pride that keeps him from the abyss.
He will find the smallest chasm and dive deep within, flying as fast as his wings will carry him.
It is only his determined skill that keeps him from fate, from flying into the rocky ledges and snapping his wings.
For if he looses flight...he will not hesitate for a second to stop his cold black orb.
So he flies faster and faster with a sick lone laughter screaming with every ounce of his might, PLEASE, TAKE ME!
Alas, he is punished. He will not end himself and he is too good to crash into the chasm.
Will he ever be freed from his prison.
No.