Flying Shield

           Deep inside, consumed with guilt, he dreams suspiciously strange, wondering his actios are flawless and fair. His moves step-by-step were built as the pedgeons took off. For such deed, since he's reached the sky he has not bled, he has never been beaten down. He flew so high and got so much height, no one could ever approach him. His feet couldn't touch sky anymore. But behind his face, maybe unconsciously, there was a bent smile. Because the comodity gave him the best gifts he could ever had: a shelter where he could hide and run; a mask which he could cover up and pretend - a perfect blindness for an eagle's eyes ; and above all, the most valueable one - as well as the last one - the fake innocence (his best weapon).