Shedding Feathers

Shedding Feathers One by Two By Two and Three And Three keeps shedding because there is more, Divine Feathers which held and defined His soul. He let them be White, Paper White, but proud as a Knight, fighting enemies and Holy battles on a destrier with a saddle. He let himself be unconquered, His Soul intact. Many brawls and fights won though corroding shield and armor, a warrior with no starmer and no history, no claim. Lest those feathers shed, which claimed his immortality, from slight gray to slate they precariously turned. 'Here are feathers' he somberly called his Dear Friends, fledging each one. 'Let me come down and drink and give alms. I'll soil myself and shed my feathers.' he roared while his friends cheered. 'I give thee my own soul' he said almost passing out, 'to which one and two i hope you do enjoy. My Plumage is with me No More but forever with you evermore.'