The Difference of a Nightroad (lines are stanza spacers)
Broken wings that soared the sky,
Keeping clear of restless eyes,
Holding tight and trying hard not to fright,
Scaring those with seemingly endless might.
The caring eyes of winter ever watching,
Seemingly carefree and childish is he acting,
Pretending to be the same and no less mortal,
Crimson stares back those who know otherwise.
Silver strands that lay straight back,
Giving everyone some much needed slack,
To bring a frightened friend here tonight,
Jet black wings that held her tight.
Fooling the world with child like innocence,
Truly a prince of darkness in a sense,
Grasping at the chance to be normal,
Is the human side of Crusnik 02, Abel.