1Fortified deep in the convolutions of a gossamer sheath
The surreptitious tip-toes of an ethereal adept.
A solemn visage, a mask to disguise
The clandestine rage and dry sobs
A veiled figure darts away, but the shroud of darkness
That they've conjured lingers
All that was pure has been desecrated
All that was peaceful is disconcerted
And the poor, fragile faerie is left in darkness
Her haven couldn't protect her from his vile sangfroid
Her crimson, flaring barrier was no adamant structure
To his nonchalant seduction
Left in fiery ruins, desolate and completely alone
She must learn to cure her own wounds
But every bit of life
Is a memory….
And every memory
Is a new thorn in that wound…
However, she clings to the past for
It is the only glimpse of the future she has
Shattered and broken as Kristalnacht
She allows the scathing edges to prick and impale
Her delicate mind
Her emaciated soul
Left behind, once more, this vunerable angel
Must repair her own wings,
Her own belief,
Her own heart
If ever she will soar amongst the vaporous heavens