Spirits...

I am draped with holy spirits,
They protect me from the cold,
Like a towel they absorb my sins,
The spirits of gold...

They comfort me when I'm in pain,
They prevent me from getting hurt,
They try to keep me sane,
The failed work.

Part of grimy pain,
A lugubrious neighbourhood,
Impart the same prayer,
Not part of the same group.

They day vain jeopardises fortune,
But for them it was their path,
While the other birds lay on ruins,
They are just a few beams of sunlight in the illusionistic dark...

Their awareness didn't make them safe from the predator,
They were the same vulnerable human beings,
They were just better,
They were the golden beams...