Lo, an Angel lies before me wounded;
Her delicate shell broken and ruined.
How shall one find her heart to hold?
Would she ever trust, truth to be told?
Now I; scarred beyond Mercy's desire,
Peer deep into the lenses of her ghost;
A moment, celebrating upon icy fires,
Connecting severed dreams; a toast!
Behold! A taste of her fragrant breath,
A chill traces along my spine's depth;
My chest swelling against her breast,
Her wings accept, wraps our breadth!
Fly? She must choose to stay or break,
Leave cold or touch thee; once awake!