Black wings, bathed in scars,
Amidst the moon and its many stars.
Halo dark, about to burn out.
Friends I am not without,
Angel yes, Visible, nay.
I am the only one I obey.
Visible to those who have faith in me,
Nothing to those who just can't see.
Angelic touch, icy cold.
I am the clay you cannot mold.
Feared by most, loved by few,
My emotions lay askew.
Searching for my serenity,
I have found it...within thee.
