Forest Wings

Once upon a midnight sky, the wind carried a tune. The sound of sobs caressed my ears, beneath a swollen moon. . For whom is crying these salty tears, and why are they in pain? Are they alone, and struggling, do they need a friend to gain? . A shoulder, they might beg to have, if a shoulder should appear. A comfort known to many, it helps allay their fears. . But what I find, around the bend, is not what I thought I’d see. I stare in awe, afraid to move, as she reaches out for me. . Lying there, before my eyes, a human, she is not. Black wings appear, behind her back, the fallen angel of my heart.

Poem by (https://allpoetry.com/Unapologetic)