FeathersA Poem by ReikaHalf&Half, Reality vs. Fantasy...?I saw an angel... My dear, sweet angel... Locked up in a tower.
Chains hooked on to every limb, Wings, once majestic, reduced to feathery stubs,
He called out to me, and his words, choppy and few, just barely brushed the tips of my ears
His eyes were darker than a moonless night, staring at me, begging me, to comfort him.
I stood motionless, my body, frozen, caught within his sight.
I could feel the force of his gaze, pulling me closer...
Around me, I could feel the presence of a thousand, burning, souls, crying out, reaching toward me, clawing at my feet.
But I kept on walking, on and on... Towards my goal, Towards my angel in the tower.
I could feel the heat from the flames caress my body, beads of sweat and blood ran down the side of my face, stinging my eyes. I cried. And I cried. And I tied my eyes shut. I began to sing. Lyric-less songs resonated this hollow bowl. Walking around the ring, I could no longer hear the tormented voices of the lost, but something else, which had drowned their cries in it's existence.
I imagined his voice, once clear, like the light of the sun, shining through the trees in the middle of the afternoon...
...And his eyes, bluer than the coldest ice, but warmer than the kindest heart, would take me in, and lose me.
I was lost again, and at that moment, I'd been taken in.
Right now, I see an angel... My poor, sweet, angel...
No, I lied.
I see a man with wings.
© 2010 ReikaAuthor's Note
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Added on June 12, 2010 Last Updated on June 12, 2010 AuthorReikaKanagawa, JapanAboutMy heart sings a gentle song and whispers softly in your ear and your ear alone I'm not the best writer in the world. Hell, I'm not even close to decent. But I love writing, none the less. W.. more..Writing
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