Wings of the fallen

Years have gone by
The seasons have changed
Many candles have burned
To guide me back to this day.

Standing on the edge of the moonlight
Stretching my wings out one last time
The Inky colors glissens against the night sky
-woosh-

All around her slinder broken body
Fly the feathers from her wings
As the blood begins to drip from them
Where the darkness once had its hold.

Licking the wounds of the years past
Sheading the pain that over took her
Realizing that the light inside is still
Burning through it all

As the sun begins to rise in the morning sky
The morning dew running across the wings of the fallen angel
She slowly steps into the light
For the first time in many sunrises.

Embracing the warmth closing her eyes
Taking a deep breath
Enjoying the refreshing coolness
Of the first day of a new life.

As the sun begins to touch her skin
All the wounds of her past begin to fade away
As she turns away falling to her knees
The sun soaks her blood covered wings.

Ever so slowly new feathers begin to push through the skin
Pure and magistic in color
As she stretches her wings out in a royal gander
The fallen angel has been reborn.

Forgiven for her past and her wrongs
The only thing left to show of her past
Is the blood covered tips of her new wings
Yet a small price to pay for all she has done.