Wings and the Moon

I look up at the night sky,
My wings are as bright as the moon light,
Though now they are the color of the night sky,
Once they where a white as the full moon,
Shining whenever I would soar,
But now they cover the night sky..
My pain and agony,
Not to mention my sins,
They have tainted my wings,
And have broken my wings,

Big and bright…
Light to the touch,
Graceful and silent in the sky,
Loved by many who seen them,
And now shocks them to see the change,
The change in my wings.
To others they were their hope and dreams,
Now they just seem like a long forgotten dream,
They will never go back to the color they once were,

I am not a pure angel anymore,
For I have sinned..
Like my mother and father before me,
This wings were my life and a curse,
They would tell the world I was alright,
That no matter how much pain and agony came my way,
I would never let it take me into it’s darkness,
But now,
those words are just empty and fake...

My wings,
My wings…
They have been ripped from me before,
Torn, broken, and sent to the moon,
The moon who is my companion of the night,
The moon who saved my wings,
Who rescued me from the darkness,
Who protected me and my wings.
Though it could not repair the damage I took
For the toll was too much for me,
Tainting them…
Slowly and painfully.
I watched my wings transform,
Into the wings of the fallen and forsaken
No one could help me,
No one could return what I loved.
The color of the white moon that my wings proudly wore.

Now showing how far I would always be from the moon,
The moon that save, cared, and protected me,
From the darkness that took my wings,
Forever being the moon companion,
The night.
Lonesome and dark,
Far away from the comforting light that’s so near yet far.

Now, these wings…
Filled with pain and agony,
Showing the world that I am not alright,
That I’m a fighter,
A lost soul who refuses to give up,
For the moon will wait for me,
And I will fight to restore what has been damaged inside myself,
Hoping one day my wings will shine bright like the moon,
For the moon is my companion,
And I will proudly become it’s night.