Answer:
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
I follow the orders of only two. I respect the work of only two. I am in constant battles with many, Though one surpassed them all. With forces joined, We created hell, Until our mutual enemy fell. Who am I?
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.