~Angel Wings~

Can this truly be?
You said that it was she
Who made you clip your wings
And separate from glorious things

That bound you to heaven above
But now you've lost that Love
For which you have sacrificed so much...
And now, at your Lover's touch

You wince from the pain
How can I remain?
Not wanting to hurt you so
And not wanting to let you go...

How is this fair?
That you must tear
Your life away,
And each and every day

You must suffer your fate
Unable to battle hate
You were blinded by her
A demon who did spurn

You into deep regret
That I have not met
Although I know it must be there
And that you deeply care

I wish I could make this up to you
And help you gain your wings anew
Such a precious gift from heaven above
So soft and white, like that of a dove

Unfinished this poem will stay
Until that blessed day
That the Missing White Wings are restored
To the Lost Draconian I adore.