His Flying Angel
He would watch her
As she soared, as light as a feather
Lighter even than air itself
A beautiful, twirling apparition
He would watch her
As she flew, dancing with deadly
Steps. So much as a finger landed
In the wrong place, she would be dead
He would watch her
As she floated, slowing in the
Dance as her victim would
Be too. Blood splattering
He watched her
As she fell, a step gone wrong
Deadly wrong. He had run to
Catch her, to try to save her
He watched her
As she couldn't fly, wrapped in white sheets
He held her hand, called her name and cried
Sad tears for the angel who had lost its wings
He watched her
As one eyes opened, as he was the one
Who has flying beyond the point of return
She had come back to him
He watches her
As she soars, flies and floats, just like
Her mother, his wife, still does
His two beautiful angels with wings unfurled
A/N: I've wanted to do a NejixTenten one for ages - but I never thought it would be a poem !!
Becki
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