My angel once span a web around me as fragile as my soul upon the tipping point which creation rested upon. She smiled with delight and flew to my side when friends were lost. Then the tables turned for the first time. The storm threw us apart. We crashed and created thunder to rattle the future. I tried to stop it all, stop her getting hurt and the storm faded for a moment but she was no longer there. I mourned for I thought my attempts had killed her. Then she returned and my world was blackest night. No more was a smile of delight dancing through her face but a bitter smirk mocking me when I believed her to be mine again. She danced and spun with her kin and threw lightning in my path. She took my friends and crushed many hopes. She won and we lost. Then the table turned for the second time. She was broken crying on the floor in front of my emotionless form as I tried to stop myself from confronting the mockery of my friend or pulling the tormented angel back to my embrace. She left me but the moonless night brought in by her dance back to my life did not fade. She spun past the edges of my unending night many times and long after I believed it all lost she stepped in front of me and suddenly my vision was light and sunshine and dancing in fields of precious laughter with my angel. She laughed and smiled with me and all seemed like the darkness hadn't thrust itself into our lives. My angel pushed me and strove to help me but then it all changed for the final time. I grew in anger and bitterness, the dark breeding thoughts of violence and of her betrayal in my mind. I tried so hard to make it all be as bright as the sun but my angel saw through the charade. She advanced upon the darkness and questioned its place in my heart and in anger and bitter resentment her blood fell on my hands, a stain irremovable on my soul. Friends queried the absence of my angel and I collected another stain at each questioning. I grew as dark as a night without the moon to guide it and I clothed myself in red robes, the colour of each drop of blood spilt by my hand. I hated everything I had created and destroyed it all playing God. I rebuilt the shining city and razed it to the ground once more. I let my soul devour all the agony and I resented my own existence. I abused the power I had once been so grateful for and took my word into my hands. I felt its heart thrumming like a hummingbirds wings as I cradled its fragile feather like shape. I gazed in wonder and awe of this glorious world but the wonder left as the world began to rot in my hands. Men and women betrayed and killed one another and children were left to die in muddy streets. Disgusted at my ungrateful world I threw it to the floor and turned my back upon the screaming and the dying. I sat in the darkest corner of the place neither knew nor understood and I cried for my angel to hold me one last time. But I was too far gone and I knew that however many times I cried or screamed there was no one to answer my plea for mercy, for forgiveness. So here I am sat forever more growing old in ragged rust coloured robes, still screaming for the angel who will never come for me again.
