Rescue in the Dark

I found her, lost and shivering in the cold
She had her hands over her eyes
Hiding herself in darkness.

The snow began to fall,
Turning her world around her white
And covering all its blemishes.

I couldn't help but feel moved.
She reminded me of myself
When I had been shivering in my own hell.

I pulled her against me,
Wrapping my coat around the both of us.
The girl was frozen to the bone,
And I wondered, "Will she survive?"

Her hands still covered her eyes
As I placed her upon the bed.
My hands removed her own, but her eyes remained tightly shut.

My lips pressed against her forehead,
Numbing them to a chill.
Depression really was contagious.

"Where am I?" she asked,
Her eyes not flickering in the slightest.
"Why is it warm?"

I didn't know whether to smile or frown.
Her condition was saddening yet...
Yet she made you want to smile somehow.

"Why don't you open your eyes?"
I soothed, brushing her hair with my fingers
Waiting for her to reply.

"I'm scared," she claimed.
To this I could only think of one response.
"And what do you have to fear?"

The blonde bit her lip
And her torment was as plain as day to me.
Why should she tell me?
How could I possibly understand?

"I was once blind, too," I uttered.
"I recall stumbling along trying to find a light,
A light I believed to be dead."

She remained mute for some time.
The silence hung in the air like a foreboding presence.
Had I pushed her too far?

But before I knew it, she spoke.
So small, quiet, and meek the words were.
"What if I still cannot see?"

"If you cannot see when you open your eyes
Then I will guide you for a lifetime,
But first, you need to open your eyes."

Next, the lids began to twitch,
And the girl slowly began to lift them,
Struggling as if they weighed a thousand pounds.

Finally, her eyes flickered open,
And the young, petite girl squinted in the bright light.
She seemed in awe with the world around her.

She seemed like a child,
Her eyes flickering everywhere
While her mind became overflowing with amazement.

Finally, those azure orbs stopped upon my face.
They no longer roamed the room.
That gaze saw no one but me.

"Are you an angel?" she piped,
Her voice carrying both curiousity and hope.
I only shook my head.

"I heard angels were  beautiful,"
She added, trying to hold her claim.
"You look beautiful to me."

My own eyes gazed into hers,
And an overwhelming sorrow swept through me.
She was more lost than I had realised.

My fingers ran through her hair once more,
Feeling the softness of its down.
"Angels are not the only beautiful thing out there.
Devils can be just a grogeous as their counterparts."

The girl only smiled then before saying.
"I know of demons and devils.
I have been surrounded by them my whole life.

"Demons were the only company in the darkness.
Devils were the only things that sang me to sleep.
I know evil when I hear it.
You are not evil. You are an angel."

So the girl that I rescued truely believed that I had wings
And I wept at the belief.
What would she do when she figured out that those wings were burned long ago?