A set of wings, woven in his back
Eternal was his grounding
Dimming halo
He wore it proudly
Life was siphoning his lift
A center for support
He had heeded every call
Salvation is a needy cause
But he would save them all
Until the day the sky would fall
To meet him where his wings couldn't resolve
~This is the counter part to ill blossom, two lost spirits unknowingly flawed. Unaware of what's leading them astray~
