The Winged Girl

He’s got her pinned again

Her wings bound, crushed by

Sheer force

She struggles

Fights tooth and nail

 

Wings pinned beneath her spine

She is not your pretty girl

 

Sheer will, struggling to escape

Ferocious, and ferial

Consuming your consecrated souls

Damned you’ll be, the hounds will follow

Death himself shall find you

Grant you an exquisite, torturous death.

For capturing his avenged lover.

 

Your fate is sealed

No human can free you

No pleading

No begging, no dealing can be done

 

Your entire life, nothing more than a memory

Slowly fading to black

 

Her rage

Infectious

A black poison

Seeping into your system

Sapping your will, darkening those bright dreams

…dreams of wings…

Her doubt infectious

Spreading like some mad disease

Her lack of faith

Contaminates

A poison, a deadly spore

Drugging your conscious

Slowing your quick witted thinking

Beware

Beware of catching the winged girl

She has her own poison

Her lack of heart

Will consume you

 

The black hole will never

Be filled

Try as you might

You’ll never bring her light

Never fill her up, for she’s no heart to fulfill

 

Her lack of faith will kill

As you bind her, ground her

Beware catching a winged girl

The hounds of hell will come

For if anyone is to posses her, it would be them.

The masters of the hunt shall fool you

Grant your illusions,

Destroy you with his immense maw

Death.

Oh, he’ll find you

The winged girl.

Beware

She’ll suck the life

Right out of you

While you tighten her bindings

 

Grounded boi

Beware

You know not the power of flight

Wingless, skyless boi

Deny the fractured girl

Deny the death dealers song

Deny the hounds of hell’s song.

Author's Note

Boy is spelled boi intentionally.