Dying in Vain

Cookie prince

His hands
Soft like velvet
Yet rough like sandpaper
They wrap around my hands
Gently incasing them in the
Warmth I desire
His eyes brown like sugar
Scattered on porridge
Yet sparkly
Like a princess covered in gold
Glitter
His hair ginger
Yet his cookie heart beckons in
Shards
Of
Golden sunlight
Coated in the
Flame of summer
And winter all
At
Once
His face
Gentle yet
Hard
Guided by the harshness of reality
Yet
Still stands strong
Never wilting as troubles flow
Around him like ghouls
His smile never wavers
Kept in a tight lock box
Full of whispers of
Hope and sunshine
His drawings
Full of magic and mystery
And his love full
Of redness
And juiciness
His wings
As bright and luscious
As white silk
Magical as the winds
Of ages
Swirl and batter
Around his small figure
Light dances around him
Casting
Him
In a light
Most people never see
And he flows like most
People never believed
He
Is
My
Cookie
Angel
My
S
A
V
I
O
R
Of the ashes and darkness
My sunshine on the darkest
Of days
And he is the one who never noticed.