Wings black with soot and mud, grounded bird, defiled bird.
A desire to fly above volcanic clouds, blessed by light, covering the love of the world.
Here, separated by blindness and depth, caressing air where I once felt you fly.
I want no more than memory, if I cannot have time.

I have watched over you, fawn, for centuries, long before time began.
I loved you from afar, and loved you from within.
I have seen you grow, and make mistakes, and learn.
I only regret that I've seen you fall from heaven.

Once we both perched, wings spread above cloud and antler, on the Gods' gates.
Now only I be cursed to watch you stumble and fear among the lesser of my kin.

I will always be by you, whispering encouragement into your covered ears,
turning cheek as you forget me.
I will always love you.

You have never stopped being my child, my lover, my favorite creation.
You were once perfect in every way, at least to me.

My gift to you is happiness, be this what you choose.
I promised that I could give you the world, if you wanted it.
If this is what you wish for, it is the last thing I can grant you.

Please be safe.

Please do not bear to heart the words of fire.

Each of us has two sides, I am the Alpha, but not the Omega.


Here, atop the branches of life, I love you from afar,
Misstep and feel heat from hell beneath feet, for brother's fire is always near.

Thoughts

Scattered

Time

Short

I'll see you again one day.

To embrace you,
or take your soul.

-The Moon