Golden laurel wreaths and golden wings Crows that pecked at his eyes and legs He had stopped fighting them off long ago They were as integral part of him as the the tattoos on his spine that often nipped at his vertebrae
Koi fish with constellations glowing on their backs and lotuses growing out of eyes Burning feathers steaming as they hit the waves He had often watched the angel's fall Many drowned when they sunk into the sea Wings of precious metals dragging them down into its depths
Bushes made of butterflies and trees held in the palms of scarred hands Glowing leaves the only source of light in the dark world He craved the brilliance of the sun It's mighty beauty as it scorched the earth and dried the sea Purging it of its demons
Glasses filled with moonbeams and dresses crafted from stars Diadems of melted bones and cremated hearts He watched from above them all Burning the wings of butterflies and smoking cigarettes made from their ashes Sweet smelling smoke drifting high into the void