The Blurred Clarity Of My Thoughts

Angel

When they met, he seemed not to be a person,
But a gift from above.
At first he had enlightened her
Showered her with love.
Not long after,
His wings turned black
And his halo had fallen,
Broken in half.
When they met, she truly was an angel,
Innocent and pure.
She was engulfed by this love,
By everything they were.
He held the flame up to her wings,
Leaving her with scars.
Her wings now turned to ash,
Her heart now behind metal bars.
He turned her into this,
Into what she is today,
Sitting before her candles,
Nothing left to say.