From high above she looked down at the burning broken land
With a world so dark she dreamt light
She let herself fall, drift from the clouds
Crash landed into the arms of a young lad
He showed her happiness, hope, love
Her light shown as bright as a star
Spirit glistened like a fine diamond
Then he dropped her.
Her wings became bent and she bared a few scars
The lad never considered the wrong he had committed.
She struggled but managed to fly once again
Her faith still strong yet beaten.
One harsh day a strong storm struck
She blew at the feet of a demon
Such opposites attracted creating electricity
More danger and passion than she'd ever felt.
Struck by a sirens call he soared away leaving her sore and empty.
She was crushed
Light once possessed barely shined
Her wings were tattered and blackened from such harsh treatment.
She hid from the world afraid of its power
Refuge was found in dear friends she held near.
A peasant she fell for and the peasant helped
He gave her a spirit and laughter
joy and courage
What did the lad do?
He stomped on what he had built
Ripped her fragile wings from her pale back
Stripped her of anything bright.
Darkness and loathing consumed her shattered heart
She never trusted outsiders again
Never let anyone in.
Friends were the only substance to her normality.
This angel had become a demon herself
She became lost in the wonders of pain and ignorance
Yet a part of her still wished for others to make better choices
This angel was long ago lost.
Broken and bruised and abandoned and scarred.
Save the poor angel, repair her spirit, rejuvenate her heart.
Be her long lost brilliance of light.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryFrom pain comes passion, from passion comes inspiration. These written words may not make sense, may not fit well, but they are real. Real pain and passion created these. Read each and learn a bit about me and my past, present, and future. Cover by:...
