Charcoal wings, are you a being qua your prismatic kind, albeit adventured and begrimed?
Brethren flutter silently through the skies. Do you emit skronks when you flitter from blade to bud?
Could your path be a manuduction to empathy and enlightenment if I follow your darkness for a while?
Whinging about the acceptance of difference can black-and-blue any spirit, but seeing the balance in the self’s complementary colours will whisper wisdom of worth to the heart. ; )