New, old, it dosent matter to me. I like what I see and what I see I like. And if I like what I see I eat it. My wings beat steadly and I can see anywhere and fit in the smallest of places.
But every thing isn't happy, because when I get a chill my wings stop beating and I lie still waiting for death. But this is not death but a curse for I am cold-blooded. No I still have a soul, but with the cold it too freezes.
What I am I donot know because iv'e never seen myself, and even if I did I wouldent know what to call myself. Now you know me but this is not it.
Wait a moment...I feel a strong wind coming but I do not care for I am old and can't move fast. WHAM!!...OWCH! now I am falling in the bottomless pit, some thing hit me but I thank thee for a week ago I was born.
I hit something...it's a cold surface, my grave is even cold how ironic. Here I am lying here, this is death this I know. Good bye world you were a blessing and a curse, maby i'll see you and maby I won't. I was careless this I know for now I see darkness and nothing elese.