If angels truly failed to tread the paths I cross,
Then your feathers still rustle with the leaves
That breeze toward the horizons end
The dusks and dawns of years past
Through hellfire and brimstone
And battles with our own demons
Still I hold your hand
And as time and the universe makes promises
Change and uncertainty its guarantee
If our paths should sever
I will die, and you shall forever hold
Whatever is left of me
But as long as we walk the same road,
I shall never falter
I am your guardian, your lover
For you are the wind,
My Gale that fills me forever.
---graydarksoul---
