The dark tale
the favorite taste
a kiss, your kiss, my willingness
we search the missing feathers
of his beautiful wings
scattered here and there
plucked, stolen on his flight
between heaven and earth.
I’m trusty, I’m true
however not worthy of you
my dark cold world would imprison his light
it’s not all bad, i always get to see him fly
gracefull in beauty, I love him
as I lay in my dark coffin to die
I realise It may seem grim…
Two different worlds
one hear
centuries still
can’t tear us apart
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