Angels Torn Of Their Wings

She wandered through the night in her dreams

Collecting unkept Souls, gathering them to her,

Understanding their need for destruction, pain

Giving them all they need, rather than just deter.

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She became the keeper of unspoken dreams

As she wandered through on a nightly basis,

Followers of the night creeping in her shadow

Finding forgiveness as they bath in her oasis.

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I would watch her shower them with her love

As they cruelly carved their darkest desires,

Into the very stitches of her indestructible Soul

Recording the existence of the underworlds fires.

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She smiles as she runs her fingers over the scars

Knowing they strengthen her, not at all weaken,

She can handle so much more before breaking

The beast withdrawing at the lightened beacon.

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She understood the pain she carried forward

Each tangled in amongst the burning scars,

She now knew the distress of the wounded

Angels torn of their wings, falling from stars.

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I wept at her torment, her tears and her pain

Although we both knew she’d beat that beast,

She’d not return unscathed, her scars intact

Her wounded heart and love never released.

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