See, how tricksy
is the labyrinth, Angel?
I am not to enter in
Without a guide.
Benevolent being
Gently sweep me forward -
GENTLY, gently,
They look so soft
But your wings have sharper tips
than a scythe.
See? They’ve made me bleed.

I have no choice, then?
The way is dark, and the outcome uncertain,
But in the stillness, at the centre
I will find a heart beating
on a crystal platter,
Every pulse a call to arms.
This I must carry back to the world.
There will be dangers, dreams and darkest things,
I am their only hope.
Show me, watcher, guardian, guide,
Push me past the gates
And watch me flee, I will not fail
The world, as I’ve failed me.