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