I was Paper Wings,
Trying to float over My Dreams,
Destined to burn,
So maybe my Ash shall float longer.
Light as it is.

So I carve them into poetry.
Paper Wings with wooden seams, Starring Fate and Me,
In our own Story,
Right as it is.
..

So here is our fairytale.
More real than Most.
Where Demons kill the Knights.
Where Evil wins.
..

Here the Devil kneels for Mercy.
Here the Biggest Saint Sins.
(-M.Z)