Misty sound, round and round...
Forgotten smile.
Halo that devil snapped
In blue light vile.
Wearing it as angel
with fairly face.
Pretending their fairness
And gentle grace
"Why can't I be like you
Creature in white
Flying with wings of bird
I've just learned I might... "
He crafted his own wings
Through days and nights
Dreaming of flying high
like dragon kites
In one heart, when there is
will to beat faith
Nothing can stop his hand
today's the date
Misty sound, round and round...
Death music strings,
as he felt to his doom
on angels wings
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