Those wings you have
-Charcoal and silvery,
Strong-were mine.
Protective like familial love,
They will guide you
As they did me
In visions of a similar fate,
A car crash
Surrounded by crystalline
Shards of light.
Those wings you have
-Charcoal and silvery,
Strong-were mine.
Give them to me.
Voids hidden within
Fill with angry-tasting bile.
Yes, I am furious with you.
You stole those macabre wings;
I promise, I thought they were
Stored safely away.
Don't flash that smile at me.
I want to be mad at you
Just for a while
-Oh, I give up!
But those wings you have,
They were mine.
Please quit your fussing.
I know they don't fit proper.
Hold still, boy,
Before I poke you with a pin.
These wings definitely aren't your style,
But no one told you to go running off
Not telling hide nor hair when you'd return.
The tailor wasn't expecting
You-so soon.
These will have to make do.
Yes, yes. I know
You don't like them much,
But they'll keep you warm
Till your translucent ones arrive.
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