Beautiful.
I loved your language, it added the desired effect of creating the time period and atmosphere that suited the poem well.
As the poem progressed, it just got more and more beautiful,
"And now I’ve left the flight of angels for pacing the streets of man. And thereafter incapable without my wings as I am utterly forsaken…"
I loved those lines. Built to display a past of loss and pain it gave the image of a soul in need.

"Then finally she meets his grays with a pair of violet opals"
I loved those lines. The eyes are funny thing, they can open windows to a being's world and raw emotion, and using those beautiful colors of which you chose suited each perfectly and symbolized past and futre (grey eyes: forsaken, seeking rescue violet opals: proclaiming peace and refuge)
Am I correct?

Either way this poem was just like your many others, excellent

Thanks Alies...and yes "(grey eyes: forsaken, seeking rescue violet opals: proclaiming peace and refuge)
Am I correct"? you rightly are.

Very good, it seems I can get nothing past you *winks*.

I really do think it would be quite delightful to play some WhiteWolf with you. ;)

*Laughs* bring it on brother :?

Too bad you're three thousand miles away, otherwise I'd conjure up something dark, brooding, and epic! ;)

So I imagine *smiles*. Meanwhile, maybe you'll reflect the Kindred well within your little gorup:?