As the flame of the candle stands still into the biting air,
and the silhouettes of a broken man
crash to the floor.
he rues the day he flew too close to the sun.
recalling her smile as his
wings melted
and he descended to the depths blow.
she had spoken of things all too
impossible for hearts to behold.
her beauty beckoning his soul.
defenseless he fell enamored
by her intoxicating charm,
she had spoken of things which he bagan to believe.
this was not
supposed to be.
screamed the temptress.
her lack of empathy being her only vice she
constructed a heart shaped tomb.
there she swore she would lay and perish.
with his wings
charred and the pieces of his heart lying in ruins on the floor.
she had spoken of things all
too impossible for hearts to behold.
he dreams of a day when the candle would begin to flicker
in the cold night air,
perhaps then he would fly again. he will fly again
