As the flame of the candle
stands still in the biting air,
and the silhouettes
of a broken man crash to the floor,
he rues the day
he flew too close to the sun,
recalling her smile,
as his wings melted
and he descended to the depths below.
She had spoken of things
all too impossible for hearts to behold.
Her beauty beckoning his soul,
defenseless he fell
enamored by her intoxicating charm.
She had spoken of things,
which he began to believe.
This was not supposed to be,
screamed the temptress.
Empathy being her only vice
she constructed a heart shaped tomb,
there she swore she would lie and perish,
with his wings charred
and the pieces of his heart lying
in ruins on the floor.
She had spoken of things all
too impossible for hearts to behold.
He dreams of a day
when the candle
would begin to flicker in the cold night air,
perhaps then he would fly again.
He will fly again... .