It has dark ebony wings
Soaring in the night
It is far from angelic

Does it have two legs or four?
It is hard to tell
But it's definitely there

Is it good or is it bad?
Who are we to say?
I doubt it would even care

As it flies over the land
It passes the Moon
Its outline is still unclear

It is neither bird nor plane
Neither friend nor foe
It is simply a flier

Powerful and majestic
New and alien
Is it even of this world?

It is loyal to itself
And to those it loves
The question is, does it love?

Prehaps it's truly alone
No others compare
For it is one of a kind

But it doesn't care at all
It has all it needs
Looking at the moon in awe

It would be accepted here
But for one reason:
It is far from angelic