An angel with the purest of intention, as a youngling was not given attention.
Lonely as he felt, he loved all people, everything, as he gave his soul to all.
Believing the good of the whole, for why would he exist if others weren’t like him too.
So he kept at it, giving and believing, purest as can be.
But there was conflict all around, fighting between loved ones, it never ended.
He had to make impossible decisions, everyday, to maintain mutual harmony.
He remembered he wished he could take all the pain of loved ones, so he could be at peace.
But found his actions did little to lead to the other’s ease,
As such, he realized the naivety of all he thought.
He would fall, fall harder than any should, and kept falling hard again(st) the concrete ground–it would not stop…
Growing up in turmoil, did not pay off, for later he had lost more and more, unsure if that was all of it.
Receiving advice from some who had more.
So easy for those who spoke, feeling good about themselves, ‘helping’ him ‘advance’. This was not pure, nor sincere, but sinfully clear, they did not understand there was no rock bottom.
He, too, was guilty of this.
Given up and broken down–he would sin, but with sincere love–as he had been on both sides.
To endure the pain of endless conflict, never ending, he would continue, stronger than before, he had opened a new door.
A Fallen angel usually turns into a demon, but not this one–he would do good as best he could, on a path so sinfully wrong, only to keep breathing–to go on.
And from him–black wings sprouted from his back.
He would go into the darkness with nothing to lose, as he would light the way for the innocence he once lost, as the blackest of black days, lit the whitest of light, revealed the safest path for the innocent–knowing the sorrow that could follow–having not had someone light his path.
It was his black wings that would light the way–for the other to see the world as he once did–feeling the weight, no longer heavy, becoming light..