Cast Out

poor burned Angel
fallen from the sky
your wings have burned
feathers singed
and still you ascend
you’re so naive
limping back
to the one who hurled you
rest a while
let me help
you can rage and rant
but it won’t heal your wings
they told you I was evil
but who has kept you safe?
you are gorgeous, Angel
burns and scars
the only proof you’re even real
those eyes like blue morning glories
hair fluffy and dark
a warrior’s heart and mind
surely it’s their loss
but, alas, you still take flight
you apologized
before you left
perhaps you’ll still come back

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