Transme

I am white I glow, luminous I spread my wings Levitating, feet bare Suffuse with power Suffuse with joy But oh, the regret! As my halo falls to the dirt And shatters into a thousand pieces Indistinguishable. Even I, the master of all, cannot it reconstruct But oh, paralyzing terror Eyes stretched across my face Twisted countenance The wickedness of which, matched only, by my convulsing body And my halo-less dome As I sprout horns! Massive horns! Horns that I use Horns that I use… TO KILL. Oh, what pain! Oh, how I am wretched, I yearn to feel again! I must fly again, I must seek the angels! Only they can restore me! ME! But they will not For now I am different For now I am ***** I am born anew. Reincarnated, writhing in red. The red that I once feared. WAIT, NO! The red that I… THE RED THAT I… FEAR.