D-Alton

The Angel weeps in sorrow,     For he waits for his Dragon to fly,          Tears form the rain. A heart chained to suffocate,     Allowing another to soar,          Dying slowly alone. Many masks hide the core,     Now starved for light,          Blocking eternal truth. A yearning center crying out,     For real eyes to realize longing,          For the passion that once warmed it. Only the promise of his love's advancement,     Stifled by his pride and anger,          Keeps him contained within this realm. Soon the Dragon will learn to fly,     Then the Angel can willingly,          Fall and die.

Wispy, weightless and whimpering in wonderment. Flying forever with a fluttering fantasia. A happy heart, held high without hesitance. Cruel choices that clipped our connection. Rivals riveted and ravaged the ride. Several souls swept a sunder and smoldering. A myriad of memories making mournful manifestations. Decisions denying delight and divulging a damned destiny. Revile revelations, respite rolling unto rapture.