November 21, 2014
Lay me down, amidst the rocks and clover.
A soldier in a weary world, a stranger to the ages before.
I am becoming.
A maelstrom of light I once used to dance to,
Has now been vanquished by a familiar foe.
I am becoming.
Soft sighs fell as I embraced the pain,
Former lovers, happiness no longer was.
I am becoming.
My wings are spreading silently,
In the dark, unnoticed. Useless and monumental.
I am becoming.
~ Angela Darling
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