A stinging dark once does break
But lo! Desires a soul to take
Awake, dear soul, do not despair
or cursed to death- like Lady fair
Bones bending to meet their fate
only a set of stones wings to take.
A Lady once her fate did meet
in a lost and lonely street.
She took no heed, nor turned around
Until she heard the siren's sound
'Foolish girl, you do not see
all the things that cannot be
Why you give away yourself
and sting like very ice itself
Sleep's sweet callings shall you ne'er hear
You will meet with an end growing ever nearer.
But until you can your sights tear
Two stone wings shall you wear.
Angel of stone, Angel alone
Never atone, bearing the stone.
Dust to dust, and stone to sand
Never again will you alone stand
Or lo! Bones will twist and wring
under your stone precious wings.'
A lady once her fate did meet
On a tired and lonely street.
Just a vent art that I really like. ;u;
It's a metaphor for the burdens I'm bearing right now, stone wings that symbolize life
and all things pure, but ironically are made of stone and weigh down.
I'll likely edit the poem more, please don't copy this idea. ;u; Please.
