The Halo

He has something on his head
A halo so bright it lights up my shadows
He has something on his back
Wings so wide they crush my sorrows

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2 thoughts on “The Halo

  1. When men die, they become flowers. When heroes die, they become stars. When angels die, they become wandering minstrels, like Tannhauser. The further they stray, the closer they come to true to true humanity; but this humanity must ever remain never fully realisable. They fall, that life may rise, their doom will means the bliss of many. Their art is their punishment and their redemption. They are never right with the world, but never free of a healing virtue. They cannot understand themselves, they are a riddle and an enigma to others; but their is healing in their wings, for these glossy feathers are the purchase of a thousand tears.


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