The tale of a carrier pigeon

Bullets are flying, people are dying. 
An iridescent light, gray feathers take flight.

On a cloudy day she may seem gray
But in different sights, a new belief ignites. 

A pigeon at the start, but a carrier at heart.
A message in her grasp, a mission she is tasked. 

To fly across the battlefield, and pray the pain
And fear will yield!

She is change in a world of stagnation.
She is the voice of reconciliation.

This threatens the army below, so a soldier fires a deafening blow.
The bullet hits, she falters, yet persists.

A beacon still glimmering, her feathers still shimmering. 
At last she comes to a landing after a journey demanding.

A gentle sign, the message has arrived.
Not of hurt and not of war, but of hope forevermore.