Inking flight mode muse

As black as my birdlover poet's pen ink upon ink
Coal black as every poet's ink, hue upon hue
A rook and a raven flew flew flew,
as the wind it breezily blew blew blew
And blustery became the view, view, view

An albatross then gracefully took to the air
and for hours it seemed to linger there
Then we saw magpies rise unto the skies
As well as a kestrel soar with such flying flair

Bright toucans and brown falcons too fly and glide so divine 
So many wings fill up God's wide skyline
My muse quill's refill is bird's feathers and quills today.

All these avians rise and shine with 'flying colours'.
Their flight enabled and powered by divine powers

O' birds of flight your secrets tell
and if you know which of us
had end up in heaven or hell?
For isn't all is well that ends well.
Lets pray there ain't hell's flames 
but rather Eden's light
at the end of the tunnel.