The perfect creature

I have dreamt of this perfect creature,
A creature with a beautiful soul.

It haunts my world and beckons me,
To help free it from extinction.

All the walls surrounding this being,
Come caving in and I am helpless.

Its radiance shines through the dimness,
Of the collapsing world it exists in.

All I want is to touch this entity
And feel its power shine all over me.

I want to see this masterpiece unfold its heart,
Showing all of us its pure essence.

But this creation is lost and trapped,
Inside a world which knows no love.

For this temptation's future is bound,
By the laws of fear and hatred.

It can't escape this wretched world
and it longs for a more glorified existence.

As this work of art stands before me,
I can feel the loneliness inside its very core.

I realize that even this perfect creature,
Was doomed the moment of its birth.

Because nothing can ever be perfect,
Not even this enchantment.

No matter how alluring this charmer is,
there will only be its untimely demise

Now Instead of dreaming about this fascination,
I hear its screams in my nightmares.

My one true wish was to be the savior,
But I failed moments after its death.