Stormshadow13
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White Wings
The bright sunlight strikes crystalline ice,
A figure stands wings folded,
Miles of snow flowing all around,
As cold as the creature bound forever,
Born from magic,
Yearning to be free,
Forever hunting,
But never succeeding.
Hair and eyes of brightest gold,
Wings and close purest white,
Beauty of the angels
Yet heart of a devil.
Speaking in tones of sweetest honey
But the words are of bitterest poison,
Trapped in an eternal struggle,
While the centuries pass.
Once part of a whole,
Now only a half,
The beauty of light,
Frozen for all time.