Mystical Cicada

The throbbing sound of a mystical creature aluring its mate
Red ruby eyes, blue green body with sheer stain glass wings of amber
Shedding their shell they brake way in search for a new dawn
A new day of mercy for what they see they may want to return beneath
An M is marked upon each wing, some say it is a W a symbol of war
I would rather think it a sign of mystical, marvel, magnificent, or magical
Yet merciful still dwells in my head
For sins of humans have been seen
The innocense of a flying insect be free 
Be admired, be understood for it lives differently
It looks differently, the wings of the cicada be a mystery indeed