The skies are velvet dark
the winds are singing praise
Silk-light silver, shining veil brilliance
Wing beat breaths against stardust falling true

A fallen child of the night,
of dusk and moonbeams bright,
of endings and chains and wicked retribution,
of power and emptiness and love divine,
of blood and auric light and hell absolute,
of life and death and possession eternal

Sightless gold and blue all-seeing,
Wings of midnight ink and dragons' skin

Freedom, murmurs heaven.

Damnation, breathes his heart.

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A/N: A poem about one of my characters from my story, Whilst Heaven Fell, who hasn't appeared yet.