the myth tells a story of an unnamed angel
whose wings were shaped from elegance and luxury
with feathers as soft as a cumulus cloud
and accomplishes a graceful and majestic flight

her beauty was often compared to a goddess
for her beauty radiates both from the inside and the outside
her skin was as white as snow
ever so flawless; no blemishes can be found

a vast amount of men came as suitors
with offerings of meat, songs, and wealth
but only one succeeded
a mighty man from the outskirts
whose physique were as of a god
with charisma that stabs like a knife
and a promise of a beautiful life was all he carried

and with a soliloquy, he made her his wife
and onto the outskirts they lived

though the angel was a beauty,
her love story was not

the man grew old and tired of their love
he wanted someone new
so he made a woman out of her.

he tore off her wings with his muscular hands
with varicose veins visible even at glance
he made love to her like it was the first time
but no love was made on the kisses and touches he gave

her beauty was never seen
she became the woman he wanted
she was no longer the angel anyone adored

she hid her wings on cloths of color and lived off as his wife
no longer carrying the title of an angel
her beauty no longer radiates
for she kept it in
for her safety
for him
and for the sake of an illusion

the illusion where she knows he'll come back
the man he actually loves
but as time flew by, he never came back

she lived with a beast inevitable from escape
for she let him tore off her wings so she may never fly again.