I have a wing, but I can't fly as it is only one,
I tried to paired with one to fly in the past,
However, instead of him giving me another wing to fly, to won,
He slashed my only wing, which made me crept on the mud that lasts.
It's hard to grow a wing, almost impossible to find its pair,
I managed to heal the wounds from the slash,
But the nightmare still intact, which killed the brightness of my altair,
I hope someone will bring the light again to end the Abadon's gnash.
I act as Icarus, so Hecate take a ruination in our destiny,
Even the tarots, stars, also the universe speaks the same thing,
I no longer win him back, I already cut off the chase, that ended the cacophony,
I finally accepted my kismet, maybe my true twin flame died, so I don't have any fling.
I already wrote my last poem for him, maybe I already set myself free,
I no longer within the pit of agony,
I started to wrote the new epoch of my nemesis, removed the memories of him that became a flea,
But I am thankful to him that even if he did not set as my soul mate, he set as my lesson instead—he's my irony.
Maybe soon I can grow my wing back to find another valley,
Or maybe not, as no one could predict the plan of the three-in-one Hecate,
But if time comes I fell again, I hope there's someone lend its wing to me, also help me in my new Allegory,
But 'til that is not coming, I am staying with Hades, serving him as his Persephone.
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Lesson: Even if we want that person so bad, if he or she is not meant for us, the universe will never allow us to have him or her. There are always obstacles that made you separated from that person. Even if we pushed too hard to make that person to be yours, we don't have the power to bend the destiny that already engraved to our soul. Maybe, the universe has a different plan for you and you are just impatient. We just need to wait and have a little more patience to see the bright future that the universe set for us, and eventually, THE WINGS THEY SLASHED will grow again, stronger and more beautiful than ever.