The boy turned around, his eyes in distress...

Shoulders hung low and hair in a mess.

"Please..." he whispered, gaze at the sky

"Give back what once was mine!"

The Lord looked down at the person beneath,

His grip hardening around the golden sheath.

"You ask me to give you back

Something you have never want?

Something you tried to push so hard

Away from your sinful heart?"

"I gave him to you to be cherished,

To be loved, to be cared, his pain to be perished

But you were scared, you took his swollen heart

Only to break it apart..."

"I gave you an angel directly from the sky

With rosy cheeks and innocent smile.

His eyes were mirroring the light of the day,

Only by you to be taken away.

His skin was milky, his lashes were soiled

And you with blood let them be spoiled."

"He had the power to travel the seas,

To color the flowers and shaken the trees

But you turned him on fire, let him get burned,

Into gray mold and ashes attorned."

"No!Stop!!" the boy screamed hard,

His heart falling apart.

"I loved him, I did!... I still do...

Like the water loves its blue.

Like the sun needs its heat to survive,

The same my angel keeps me alive.

So please, look beyond my actions into my heart

And give us a new start!"

The Lord looked away, his chin rose high

Pure face now contorted and wry.

His white shaded form suddenly went red,

Horns, claws and stench of death:

"The crumbles in bread don't transform,

The light never goes storm.

The veins pump blood not ink,

A loving heart can't never shrink."

"And ashes, sadness and stones

Can't transform in blood, feathers and bones"