fallen angel,
having tumbled out of the heavens
snowy white, downy feathered wings
tattered and torn, shredded,
singed by the hellfires
that cushioned your fall
speak to me oh muse of my dreams
'tis not me who chose you
but fate eternal that drew us
unsuspecting, unwilling souls together
we are moths drawn too near a flame
heat that sustains
heat that burns
our goal remains the same oh phoenix
that your wings will sprout anew
and that you will fly from the ashes
a new beginning to a circuitous life
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