Impasse

She was hurt and

It wasn't white anymore

The blood had made it red

It was blood-red, her wing

From some corner of the globe 

She had taken to the air

With infinite anticipation

But ahem! 

It was another hunting

She had abundant dreams

Though only nightmare came true

Still there was dream of clouds 

In her closing eye

Sooner she was on ground

& found the sky red 

Instead of blue

She had to travel very far 

But met an impasse & had to die