Wings of an Angel

by mary   Mar 4, 2009


I have finally risen
My wings have formed
They are white with gray tips
They are not in pure form and never will be
This angel has not been good and turns to the dark side
That is all she can see
Everything she has gone through has taken a toll
The dark side is inviting her in
It tells her that it will keep her safe
Her wings are turning black
And cold as night
She believes every word that it speaks
That’s all she can believe at this point in her life
But she always seeks for that one light to come back
And to defeat what she has come accustom too

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