Wings Made of Darkness
Here comes yet another girl
Lost and disoriented,
"Same reason as the others?"
Of course,
She's broken her wings somehow,
Gossamer is fragile, after all:
Snagged on a thorn, maybe,
Or battered by the storm;
But she still yearns to fly
Like every other fairy around here —
Are the wings ready?
"Yes,
The coating is perfect
And the feathers are sewn tight."
Excellent.
Here she comes.
Here, Darling, these wings are yours,
Aren't the just beautiful?
Yes, with these you will soar,
Higher than any other fairy.
Only for a short while, of course,
You see, the glitter
Coating the wings can only last for so long.
Soon, you will see the truth
As the black begins to shine through —
These wings are neither beautiful
Nor powerful
Nor graceful.
They're made of darkness, you stupid girl.
Once they have fed on your hope
And joy
And dreams
They will dissolve as your flight peaks
And you, you stupid girl,
Angel, fairy no more
Will plummet into the lava pits of sweet, sweet hell,
And die.
Isn't that a sweet deal?
Girl: Yes.
Date written: 09/18/2017
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Fm Rt | Year Posted 2017
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