Rose pricked feathers and broken hallows
A susurration of pain in the wind's
feathery bellows A fallen angel wings torn
and frayed On a bed of thorns a
vulnerable shade.

Once he soared high a celestial light
Now a silhouette lost in the endless night
His halo fragmented a broken ring
A reminder of what his heart couldn't
bring.

Each rose-pricked feather a remembrance
lost Of a love unrequited a painful cost
His gaze once bright now dull and cold
As he watches the world a story untold.

But in...