She cried a pond the
day his father set fire
to his wings. Where
ever she walked she'd
drown the place with
her tears while she carried
her pain under her skin.
She put out the
blazing flames with the
tears she cried over
him. She put out the
fire before it destroyed
his gift and scarred his
skin. She put out the
hurt he carried from
within. The left their
homes and started a
family of their own.
They left as their wings
carried them across the
velvet skies. They left to
enjoy their new
lives* ~