Paths

Before the dawn's relief In the flurosent lit night An angel waits The center of all paths Blind to each end She yearns to choose Fate decrees- Touched by not held Always alone. Fate pulls The angel struggles Reaching for his hand A fallen demon To lead her home Or just away She clings to this hope Terrified of being called Back to this clearing Alone Another path set
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