the-bastard-son

Fallen Angel Crawling in my forlorn appearance I hide my soul behind these tattered wings Tattered and broken as they are Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood. In quiet despair upon the cold earth Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees And clutched timidly between my fingers Rests one last jewel of Hope. A single unblemished plume plucked From the silver light of dawn A feathered ray of light from beyond To illuminate the void that has me bound. This precious barb of silk Once lost as I was and forgotten Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss. So now I fade away…