He sits upon the floor, his head leaning against the wall,
Blackened wings tattered and torn,
His soul weary and worn,
Demons dancing all about,
Teasing and taunting him,
Until she stepped into his dark world,
Kneeling before him,
She gently caresses his cheek with her hand,
"My fallen angel"
She whispers softly,
Before spreading her own black wings,
Tattered and torn from fighting to keep him in her life,
"My fallen angel" he whispers back sweetly.