Finally I have seen her true form
The white wings and shining halo that once were, are gone
As she tore open my chest and rent me of the heart that was beginning to warm
My black wings crumple and tear as I fall back into the darkness
Her fading shape is the last thing I see
It was too good to be true
I knew this day would come for I am not worthy of a true angel
I will wallow in the darkness with my broken form
Never again able to stand strong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem