Black Winged Angel

You lift weary spirits with open arms, Your black wings, a veil, wrap the lost in their dreams, In the stillness of night, where the starlight redeems. archangel of ebony, fierce and sublime, In twilight's embrace, you transcend the confines of time, You light up the void, where hope seems to wane, A guardian of hearts, in love and in pain. Each feather a tale, of battles once fought, The deeper the corruption the blacker the wings Became stained. He carried the burdens of those who despair, With wings of onyx, spread wide in grace, He bridged the chasm between darkness and space. You light up the void, A guardian of hearts, in love and in pain. He wields a sword of truth that never shakes, From realms of chaos, where hope bends and breaks, His voice, Calls forth the storms and the winds to blow, To rise above hate, to set minds free. He soars through realms where mortals tread, Guiding lost souls, both alive and dead. His resilience is based upon the battles fought Inside and outside his head. With wings of ebony, vast and wide, He carries the weight of worlds inside. He calls you forth from the dusky maze, For though his wings are dark as coal, They cradle the light within your soul.