The Death of Innocence

Release these wings bound so tight,
freedom exists as day blends to night.
A final escape from all lost innocence;
the fawn killed in nothing but pure malevolence.

A youthful soul joins her here,
where life and death exist so near.
That which barely began is already done,
rejoining the heavens;
whispering softly, “we are one.”

The innocents lost are not alone,
this fallen angel joins from her throne.
Given the task to guide their plight,
she wishes nothing more than to slip into night.

Beauty trapped amongst the clouds,
escaping reality and earthly shrouds.
Put so high on this stone pedestal,
with nothing but life to lose from her fall.

A feather drifts towards the dirt,
her only wish: to be released from this hurt.
Slipping out of her angelic exterior,
she approaches the edge, feeling no fear.

Silently she plunges into an obsidian sky,
wondering for what reason innocents deserve to die.
With feathers cast away she is left without scars,
for now her light shines freely amidst the heavens and stars.