The boy turned around, his eyes in distress...
Shoulders hung low and hair in a mess.
"Please..." he whispered, gaze at the sky
"Give back what once was mine!"
The Lord looked down at the person beneath,
His grip hardening around the golden sheath.
"You ask me to give you back
Something you have never want?
Something you tried to push so hard
Away from your sinful heart?"
"I gave him to you to be cherished,
To be loved, to be cared, his pain to be perished
But you were scared, you took his swollen heart
Only to break it apart..."
"I gave you an angel directly from the sky
With rosy cheeks and innocent smile.
His eyes were mirroring the light of the day,
Only by you to be taken away.
His skin was milky, his lashes were soiled
And you with blood let them be spoiled."
"He had the power to travel the seas,
To color the flowers and shaken the trees
But you turned him on fire, let him get burned,
Into gray mold and ashes attorned."
"No!Stop!!" the boy screamed hard,
His heart falling apart.
"I loved him, I did!... I still do...
Like the water loves its blue.
Like the sun needs its heat to survive,
The same my angel keeps me alive.
So please, look beyond my actions into my heart
And give us a new start!"
The Lord looked away, his chin rose high
Pure face now contorted and wry.
His white shaded form suddenly went red,
Horns, claws and stench of death:
"The crumbles in bread don't transform,
The light never goes storm.
The veins pump blood not ink,
A loving heart can't never shrink."
"And ashes, sadness and stones
Can't transform in blood, feathers and bones"
