Hopeless Lovers

Stuck to the ground, wings slit and torn, Or too afraid to leave the safety of the barren land, The hopeless lovers are left to their own. Decaying with only each other for comfort, Though they tend to refuse the company. The last ones roaming through the scarlet tinted streets, Abandoned by the romantics, Relinquished to mother nature. But as the sky felt pity for them, it gave them a chance. A final chance to live among the stars. And as if descending from the heavens, a fiery storm rained down, A dazzling cyclone of flames, Giving life to the wings and mending their wounds, A last call for lonely hearts to join the rest. A purpose laid out right in front of them and nowhere left to go, The ready take flight, Carried up by the burning air, A collage of dreams being fulfilled in an instant, As they disappear, Leaving the lost to their own. For Line Gauthier's Last Call for Lonely Hearts Contest