A healer with broken wings Stands staring down at his hands They are covered in crimson blood As clear tears run down his cheeks like a flood
The memories.. They are all coming back to him now Terrible things which he wishes he had never done Things he wishes he could go back and change somehow
He lost his gift trying to free her His love to him the greatest spurr Yet still it was not him that broke the chains Yet still it was not him that took away her pains
He lost his wings when he was cast from the order His gift used up and his mind now in complete disorder The ones above him saw him more as a threat That it would be better to just cast out and forget
He lost any last shred of humanity when that creature came When it tried to make him and it one and the same For that life it took from him his sight But ever more it had cast upon him a terrible blight
Now he is losing his sanity As he stands in the rain contemplating life’s profanity Everything is swirling around him in a cloud of dark abyss Everything within him has gone terribly amiss The simpleness is gone And so is the light