One an angel, one a demon.
Love at first sight.
One so broken, dying inside,
The other pure and white.

She hated herself,
With blood on her wrist.
Her wings were ash black as night,
And she didn't want to exist.

He loved all there was,
Cared so much - too much.
His wings lush and lovely,
He was always helping and such.

Time went by - it always does,
As they danced in the moonlight.
The fire blazed on inside them,
Only at first light would they say goodnight.

Later that year the woman looks in the mirror,
And marvels at what she sees.
Wings so lush, so beautiful, so bright,
They were breathtaking in the breeze.

After a while the man looks in the mirror,
And is frightened by what he sees.
His wings were so worn, so dusty, so black,
That he can't help but ask "What are these?"

And so the story normally goes,
It's possible that you may save one,
And though it's great to save that one,
You always must sacrifice a ton.