A lonely angel walks the forgotten world, he has seen much, he has felt pain, he has felt glory, he has felt the unforgiveable curse that is to be forever alone, He has dreamt of his dying day., but he knows this cannot be, till his final act has happend, he has been in many lives, yet he wishes not to be thanked, but to be left, forgotten, as he is nothing more than a silent ghost in the fog.
He knows a girl whose heart is as big as her dreams, yet she dreams of more, her heart aches to be seen for what it really is and who she is, but no one takes the time to believe in such a girl, her beauty was like the sun endessly burning and the lonely angel dreamt he could take her pain, feel it apon his own flesh, but he made a vow to her, to himself, that he would save her from the dark.
The girl sat behind a screen, as he did from her, but he could feel her heart beat soft and gentle like the humming of a bird,he felt her heart beat in his hand, and he felt the pain and let it flow into his body, seeimg her life and how much he wished to take the shame she felt and give her the happiness she has given him.
He saw her life, and wished to hold her, to feel her and touch those tender cheeks of hers which soaked up the tears of the haunting within her dying heart, He reached out to save her, but she pushed him away, but this never stopped him, for he made a vow to fight till his very end.
He stood on the top of the world, watching, waiting, but he looked down at his old hands, they were ageing far greater than anything he had touched, and a single tear swelled in his old eyes, as he remembered, the lives he had seen end, the lives he had ended, but never the lives he saved, noone saw his pain, but he saw theres, his greatest regret is that he never found out what it meant to be young and free.
