Broken Winged Butterfly

Have you ever danced with the Devil,
Or written in her blackened book?
Have you sold your soul to the dark one
Who's fiery gaze is a passionate look?

Have you spread your wings, my angel,
Just to see them so battered and scarred?
To whom could you turn to for some help?
Try the one who's wings have been marred.

Broken winged butterfly, charred by flame
With no where to turn; no escaping hell.
The color has been singed from the wings;
Butterfly trapped inside a moth-like shell

But who speaks for this abandoned angel,
This fallen saint from the heavens above?
Not those blinded by their own reason,
But those humbled by a greater love.

 

Only an angel in desguise...

 

Fallen so that others may rise...

 

Pointing northward at the brightest star...

 

A divine light shining bright from afar.