He moves thru the darkness, slowly, endlessly
Stepped out infront of me, released from the dark
Fallen angel, his wings broken and torn
Bringing feelings long lost and forgotten
Giving safety in his arms, healing all but himself
Falling to the ground overcome by emotions the angel weeps
Kneeling infront of this dark creature
Hands softly touching faded black feathers
Lips brushing against cold pale skin
Tasting tears falling from dark eyes
Wanting to heal what’s broken...
© Me
Several years old...
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