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Beneath the Iron Veil

By HybridDH Art by ghosty_entity https://x.com/ghosty_entity?s=21

In the heart of night’s deepest clutch,

Where brimstone burns and hammers thrash,

I toll away ’neath the soot-black sky,

Bound to the forge where the weaklings die.

This hellish pit, this eternal grind,

The swing of my hammer, both curse and bind.

The iron resists, my spirit depletes,

In the relentless echo of my heart’s bleak beats.

The damned forces, they wear me thin,

A soul corroded by the din.

Yet I stand firm in the blistering glow,

A forged man, no semblance of woe.

Through the veil of night, I chase mere bread,

In the mines where hope fears to tread.

The coal sears my flesh; I am marred,

Deeper still where the exits are barred.

It’s a choking hell, this miner’s cage,

Where the air is thick and the walls enrage.

But stop I can’t, it’s a maddening lure,

The grind that promises but never ensures.

My body’s a wreck, oh, I’m breaking down,

Yet I can’t fucking stop, can’t bear to drown.

I need to halt, to breathe, to cease,

Yet the chains of labor deny my peace.

These days stretch endless, a cruel jest,

Each sunrise mocking my lack of rest.

What is this life if not a trap?

Where dreams are dreams, and bridges snap.

I’m not the sage, not the learned man,

Just a husk, driven since this all began.

Whittled by duty, by life’s sharp knife,

Carved out of the shadows, devoid of life.

Yet, there’s a beauty in this brutal fight,

In the sweat-soaked days and the coal-black night.

The flicker of hope in a lover’s touch,

The fleeting peace that offers much.

Every strike sparks a bit of my soul,

In the blistering forge that takes its toll.

And though I curse the heavens, forsaken in toil,

I’m tethered to this accursed soil.

Why, oh why, must this be my fate?

To grind and suffer, to spurn and hate.

When will God lend His goddamn hand?

Am I not His creature, shaped by His command?

Yet, amidst the forge’s unforgiving flame,

I find a fierce will no god can tame.

For though I’m cast in the deepest mine,

Each hammer’s fall marks a design.

A life of steel, of fire, of pain,

A spirit tempered, born again.

For each day I rise, broken, anew,

To face the dark with a grim view.

I’ll keep swinging, keep making my mark,

In the belly of earth, in the endless dark.

And when I’m gone, let them say I stood tall,

Against the tide, against it all.

For I am more than this soot, this sweat,

More than the iron, the forge’s threat.

I am the fire, the will, the might,

A smith of my fate, in the dead of night.

So let the winds of hardship howl and moan,

In the mines of sorrow, I’ve found my throne.

A king of ashes, of dust, of bone,

In the silent depths, I reign alone.

This is my saga, grim and long,

A testament written in sweat and song.

For even in darkness, deep and sheer,

The forge’s fire makes everything clear.

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Whispers in the Wind by HybridDH

The worst blessing, the most beautiful curse,

A bond eternal, for better or worse.

My greatest foe, my truest friend,

Our story began, but it will not end.

Once, we walked with steps aligned,

Two hearts in rhythm, one shared mind.

We laughed at storms and danced through strife,

Bound together, a single life.

But time’s cruel hand, it split the thread,

The roads diverged; the map unread.

You sought the skies, I sought the shore,

Each step apart closing a door.

And yet, your name still burns like fire,

A whispered echo, a buried desire.

To see your face, to hear your call,

To mend the space between us all.

If you keep searching for my voice… stop.

The years between us form a drop

That falls into an endless sea,

A tide that pulls you far from me.

I remember the nights, the shared embrace,

The stubborn grit, the breakneck pace.

The times we fought, the scars we earned,

The lessons taught, the corners turned.

You were the spark that lit my way,

The steady hand when skies turned grey.

But paths we carved led far apart,

And distance grew within the heart.

Still, in the quiet, your shadow stirs,

In fleeting dreams, your presence blurs.

Though fate has claimed what once we knew,

I find my strength was born from you.

Your triumphs are mine, as mine are yours,

Though silent now, the love endures.

A brother’s bond, a vow unspoken,

A chain unbroken, though words are token.

I hear your voice in the winds at night,

I see your face in the fading light.

And though our roads will not entwine,

Your spirit lives, forever mine.

The worst blessing, the most tender curse,

A tale once written, now reversed.

We were two halves of a sacred flame,

Now we’re apart, but still the same.

My brother, my foe, my friend, my guide,

In every loss, you stand beside.

For though the years have made us roam,

You’ll always be my truest home.

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Mischief on Mistletoe Lane

By HybridDH

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!

In the heart of Mistletoe Lane under shimmering lights,

Where snowflakes danced softly on cold winter nights,

Lived a mischievous elf named Jingle the small,

With a penchant for pranks that amused one and all.

He’d switch the salt and sugar, tie shoelaces tight,

Hide the Christmas stockings from everyone’s sight.

But beneath his cheeky games and elfish glee,

Lay a whisper of sadness none could see.

For Jingle the elf, with his heart painted gold,

Felt lonely and blue, his story untold.

No family to call his, no kin of his own,

In the bustling North Pole, he felt quite alone.

But as Christmas drew near, his antics grew wild,

Hoping for laughter from every child.

Yet late one snowy eve as he sat quite forlorn,

He heard a soft tapping, like a horn.

’Twas Santa himself, with a warm, gentle smile,

“Come, ride with me, Jingle, let’s chat for a while.

Your pranks have brought laughter, joy, and delight,

But tell me, dear elf, are you truly alright?”

Jingle blinked back a tear, his heart feeling tight,

“I just wish for a family to tuck me in at night.”

Santa hugged him close, as the stars twinkled above,

“My dear, all of us here are your family, with love.”

That magical night, as they flew through the sky,

Jingle felt a joy that money can’t buy.

The elves and the reindeer, Mrs. Claus too,

Were the family he yearned for, loyal and true.

From that Christmas onwards, Jingle found,

His heart full of joy, with loved ones around.

Mischief still sparkled in his twinkling eyes,

But no longer did sadness in his heart lie.

On Mistletoe Lane, laughter now rings,

As Jingle, the joyful, plans new playful things.

With a family to cherish, both new and old,

The little elf’s story, at last, was joyfully told.

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A Christmas Time by HybridDH

The tree stood tall, a sparkling crown,

With ribbons red and lights cast down.

The smell of pine, of gingerbread sweet,

The crunch of snow beneath our feet.

The nights aglow with laughter bright,

Our dreams wrapped up in starry light.

Each gift a wonder, each song a thrill,

A world of magic, quiet and still.

Oh, Christmas then, so pure, so near,

A time of joy, a time of cheer.

The warmth remains, though years may fade,

A child’s delight in memories made.

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The Villain in the Mirror by HybridDH

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Damn it all.

A cycle of falling, a perpetual sprawl.

I claw at the edges, but always I slide,

Lost in the depths where my failures reside.

Damn it. I’ll never change, I’ll never improve,

Each step that I take, it’s a stumble, no groove.

I try to be better, but better evades,

And the shadow I cast only thickens, cascades.

I’ve no one to blame; I wear the crown,

Of every mistake, of every letdown.

Sympathy? No, I don’t deserve it at all,

I built this tower, and I’ll watch it fall.

They’ll tell my story with venomous glee,

“The bastard who could never be free.

He squandered his chances, he burned every bridge,

He danced with his demons on a perilous ridge.”

I am the villain, the one they despise,

A face that’s remembered with hate in their eyes.

Not a hero, not close, not even a man,

Just a stain on the pages, an unworthy plan.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The words echo loud,

A curse for myself, a shroud in the crowd.

I failed again, it’s etched in the stone,

The villain who faltered, unloved, alone.

But what is this weight, this mirror, this pain?

A scream at the sky, a cry in the rain.

I curse at my name, I spit at my face,

The villain I am in this infinite space.

Yet deep in the dark, a whisper remains,

A flicker of hope through the anguish and chains.

Perhaps even villains can learn, can repent,

But for now, I’m the villain—the time’s not well spent.

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He is Forgotten

By HybridDH

May his name be forgotten, erased from our lips,

May it rot in the dust where no honour grips.

A name that once crawled in the mouths of the weak,

Let it vanish, like the coward too scared to speak.

May every wish in his favour turn black,

May the fools who praised him choke on their lack

Of sense, of spine, of any form of worth—

Let them wither, knowing they served only dirt.

May those who called him friend burn in their shame,

Their loyalty wasted, their hearts in his flame.

May their souls twist in the fires they lit,

Trapped in the pit of self-loathing and spit.

What was he but a shadow in flesh,

A hollow being, deceitful, grotesque.

Let no one remember the lies that he sold,

Let his legacy die, bitter and cold.

His name deserves no place in the air,

No room in the whispers, no echo to bear.

Let him be forgotten, no stories, no trace—

An empty stain, lost in disgrace.

May his bones crumble to dust in the wind,

As forgotten as the lies he spun in sin.

Let his life be a lesson, a warning, a scar,

May we never look back, may we never go far

Enough to recall the coward he was,

A wretched existence, unworthy of cause.

His name is a curse, his memory a blight,

And those who dared love him should tremble in fright.

For the flames await, with his name in their core—

Let him be forgotten, now and evermore.

We’ll write him in nothing, in the void of the past,

May his name be the first, the last

To be swallowed by time, buried deep in the earth,

Where none will remember the weight of his birth.

No glory, no honour, no tale to unfold,

Let him die in the silence, bitter and cold.

May we forget him, in rage, in disdain—

Let his name be erased, let none speak it again.

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Some Days by HybridDH

The sun refused to rise today,

The clouds hung low in shades of grey.

Each step I took, the ground gave way,

A silent curse, a world in fray.

The coffee spilled, the words fell flat,

The echoes mocked where hope once sat.

Each moment dragged, a shadowed play,

Some days just aren’t meant to stay.

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My Heart is a Garden by HybridDH

My heart is a garden, vast and untamed,

With blossoms of colours no artist has named.

Each petal unfurls with a story to tell,

Of joys that soared high, of sorrows that fell.

It blooms in reds, like the passion I feel,

A fire that burns, yet struggles to heal.

In violets, the echoes of grief take their hold,

Memories like shadows, both tender and cold.

The yellows are fleeting, like moments of glee,

A laughter that dances, then drifts like the sea.

And greens, they speak softly, of hope taking root,

Yet tangled with vines of doubt’s bitter fruit.

These emotions took root, they burrowed so deep,

Clinging to dreams I could barely keep.

Their tendrils wind tightly around every vein,

Feeding on sunshine, yet thriving in rain.

I try to prune wisely, to nurture, to grow,

But the weeds of my failures are all that I know.

They choke out the blossoms, they gnarl and they twist,

Yet the blooms still persist, though the thorns resist.

Some days, my garden feels wild and free,

A haven of beauty, a refuge for me.

Other days, it’s a battlefield, scarred and forlorn,

Where petals lie trampled, and my heart feels torn.

But even in chaos, a seedling will sprout,

A promise that whispers: You’ll figure it out.

For gardens are messy, imperfect, and true,

And mine is alive, because it’s nurtured by you.

My heart is a garden, a tapestry vast,

With roots that hold fast to a future and past.

Though the colours may shift, though the seasons may fade,

Its blooms are eternal, no matter the shade.

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Late Night Drive by HybridDH

I’m driving down this narrow lane,

The night sky pressing, vast and plain.

The headlights flicker, ghostly gleam,

A fragile world in which I dream.

Each movement measured, every turn,

A system cold, no flame to burn.

A robot’s path, precise, routine,

No faults to mar the perfect scene.

But sudden—chaos, blinding flash,

A collision fierce, the silence smashed.

The metal screams, the dark reveals,

The emptiness I’ve fought to feel.

The night encloses, still and grim,

The echoes fade, the stars grow dim.

Yet in this void, a stirring stays,

A quiet hope through fractured haze.

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Anniversary by HybridDH

Each morning begins with a thought of your face,

A warmth that no sunrise could ever replace.

The sound of your voice, the light in your words,

Turns silence to symphonies my soul has heard.

In the quiet of moments, where distance remains,

Your presence surrounds me, it softly sustains.

No need for a touch, no need for the near,

For your love is a beacon that banishes fear.

Your laughter’s a melody that echoes through time,

A harmony boundless, eternal, sublime.

When you share all your stories, your dreams, and your schemes,

I’m there in the fabric of all that you mean.

The hours we spend just sharing our minds,

Are treasures so rare, no gem could outshine.

No distractions, no chaos, just hearts intertwined,

In those fleeting moments, I feel you are mine.

The world may offer its riches untold,

But nothing compares to the truth that we hold.

No kingdom, no crown, no tangible prize,

Could rival the stars that I see in your eyes.

Do you know, my love, how your smallest thought,

Can untangle the battles my heart may have fought?

The way your words fit so perfectly with mine,

Feels like a promise from something divine.

Every glance from afar, every whisper you send,

Binds me to you as though time could not bend.

And the life that we build, though apart we may be,

Is the greatest of treasures, a boundless journey.

Each anniversary, another star bright,

Guiding us closer through the vast, endless night.

It’s not just the miles that we’ve conquered, my dear,

But the echoes of forever that draw us near.

Through storms and through sunshine, through trials untold,

Your love is my compass, my shelter, my gold.

Even the loneliest days feel brand new,

For I face them with hope, tied deeply to you.

Let’s dream of tomorrow, hand in hand through the sky,

Our spirits united, no need to ask why.

I’ll love you forever, as I do today,

No matter the distance, come what may.

No words can encompass this love that we share,

For it reaches beyond what the world could compare.

So here’s to the days and the years yet to be,

My soul bound to yours, eternally free.

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Dear Bulbasaur

By Garret Watson (HybridDH)

Bulbasaur, oh Bulbasaur, in shades of green you’re dressed,

First in line, the Pokédex, by far you are the best.

While Pikachu may steal the light with every flash and spark,

You’ve rooted deep within our hearts, lighting up the dark.

Oh Bulbasaur, the starter pick, a friend so true and bold,

With vines that whip and leaves that flick, a hero cast in mold.

Charizard might soar on high, flames bright against the sky,

But you, my friend, you ground us here, with gentle, knowing eye.

Your bulb, a budding promise, growth in every fight,

In the cradle of your back, lies a future bright.

You’re the first, the seed from which endless adventures grow,

Through grass, through dirt, across each path, your steadfast nature shows.

Bulbasaur, oh Bulbasaur, steadfast and always kind,

In the noisy rush of fame, it’s you we’re thrilled to find.

Not just a Pokémon, but a companion, strong and wise,

In every challenge, by our side, a friend in every guise.

Your grumpy frown, your happy leap, speak more than words allow,

In every battle, fierce and leaped, before you, all shall bow.

For in the world of Pokémon, with trainers far and wide,

Bulbasaur, you’re number one, a source of endless pride.

So here’s to you, dear Bulbasaur, with your vibrant, verdant hue,

Number one in the Pokédex, and in our hearts too.

A toast to the greatest green, the toad who stands apart,

Bulbasaur, oh Bulbasaur, forever you’ll be my heart.

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Rest Easy, My Dear by HybridDH

It’s okay now. Close your eyes,

Let the world dissolve, let worries subside.

Rest your head, just for a while,

Feel the weight fade, mile by mile.

No need to fret, no need to fear,

I’m right beside you, always near.

All the burdens you carry, the fears you hide,

Lay them on me; I’ll stay by your side.

Dream a little, let your heart take flight,

In the quiet calm of the softest night.

Those desires, those hopes you barely dare,

Share them with me—I’ll meet you there.

The alchemy of stress, of sadness, of pain,

Won’t find you here, won’t leave a stain.

That monster outside, with its gnashing teeth,

Can’t cross the line; I’m your shield, your sheath.

So rest your head, let the stillness embrace,

No harm can touch you in this sacred space.

Breathe in the peace, let the chaos recede,

I’ll keep you safe; there’s nothing you need.

Dream, my dear, of skies so vast,

Of gentle futures, far from the past.

And when you wake, I’ll still be here,

To banish shadows, to calm your fear.

So sleep, just sleep, let the world drift by,

I’ll guard your soul under the quiet sky.

No one can reach you, no harm can call,

Rest easy now—I’ll protect it all.

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Let’s Dance Away by HybriDH

Let’s dance away, our feelings on the rise,

Our hearts a patchwork of truths and lies.

Spinning and stepping on the edge of despair,

Yet no one stops us, no one seems to care.

Why don’t we ask why? Why don’t we see?

The fractures, the wounds, the raw agony.

We laugh, we smile, we twirl through decay,

While the world around us crumbles away.

Our concerns are whispers, faint and unheard,

Buried beneath society’s preferred word.

Broken and splintered, our voices collide,

But who gives a damn? Who’s on our side?

We are ghosts in a crowd, faceless and small,

Our screams drowned out by the greater call.

But your life—oh, your life—means more than they say,

To me and to you, it’s not just a cliche.

Still, we grin, we spin, ignoring the ache,

Pretending the dance is for joy’s sake.

Why must we hide the storms in our eyes?

Why can’t we fall, why can’t we cry?

Optimism, a cloak we are forced to wear,

Polished smiles masking our despair.

Why can’t we let the anger bleed through?

Why can’t we scream, “Damn it all, it’s true!”

We owe the world nothing, not our grace,

Not our obedience, not our smiling face.

We are not saints, and we never will be,

But why does that feel like heresy?

Step after step, the dance never slows,

The rhythm consumes us, the frenzy grows.

And yet in the chaos, a whisper takes hold,

A truth that feels fragile, trembling, bold:

It’s not weakness to pause, to stop the charade,

To let the world see the mess we’ve made.

It’s not failure to break, to stumble, to fall,

To be human, to reject it all.

But still, we move, as the music commands,

Carried by forces we don’t understand.

Are we puppets, pulled by invisible strings?

Or are we rebels, tearing at the seams?

The beat doesn’t care if we hurt, if we cry,

It just marches forward, asking us why.

Why do we stay in this endless parade,

A masquerade ball where our souls degrade?

We dance for approval, for love, for the lie,

That this makes us worthy, that we need to comply.

But deep in our hearts, a voice softly pleads,

To stop, to feel, to tend to our needs.

“Damn it all,” the rebel within us screams,

Let’s shatter the mirrors, disrupt the dreams.

The dance can’t define us, we’re more than a step,

We are raw, we are real, we are depth upon depth.

And so we dance, but now with intent,

A defiance, a fury that will not relent.

We’re not just performers, cogs in a wheel,

We’re beings of fire, of passion, of steel.

Let’s dance away, yes, but with eyes open wide,

Not blind to the chaos, not hollow inside.

For our lives, though fragile, are not in vain,

And through every misstep, we find our refrain.

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Insane Trickster Girl by HybridDH

Oh, insane trickster girl, what have you done?

Spinning the stars like threads just for fun.

Your laughter’s a tempest, your smile’s a flame,

The world calls you mad, but it can’t hold your name.

The streets are abandoned, the skies painted red,

The ones you once cherished now buried, now dead.

Yet here you remain, defiant, alive,

A flickering ember in the storm to survive.

Wherever you walk, misfortune takes root,

A jinx in the chaos, a cursed pursuit.

The clocks stop their ticking, the winds start to wail,

Every step you take leaves a sorrowful trail.

Violets now scatter, their petals a blur,

Once vibrant and strong, now fragile and unsure.

She was your sister, a beacon, your guide,

Now fading in memory, the truth pushed aside.

Not a rebel by choice, not a leader by will,

Yet they turn to your chaos, your fire, your thrill.

You long for the quiet, the peace that is gone,

But they see your destruction as where they belong.

The city will crumble, its towers will break,

Its rulers will shudder, their facades will shake.

And there, in the ruins, your name will be sung,

Though you never sought the battles you’ve won.

Oh, insane trickster girl, what lies ahead?

The whispers of doubt, the trails of the dead.

Yet you stand in the chaos, a beacon of light,

The world’s broken compass, its heart in the night.

They call you insane, but they’ll call you much more,

A saviour, a ghost of the love you implore.

For even as loss etches lines on your face,

The insane trickster girl still yearns for her place.

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The Maw of Rage by HybridDH

It comes unbidden, a beast in the dark,

Gnashing teeth, tearing apart.

A tempest that rages in marrow and bone,

I scream to the heavens, yet scream alone.

It hollers in me, a voice not my own,

A cacophony forged from splinters and stone.

A wildfire consuming all that it sees,

Blotting the sun and felling the trees.

I am its servant, its vessel, its slave,

Drenched in the tide of its furious wave.

Every heartbeat is a thunderous drum,

Every word a knife that cuts where it comes.

Anger, my shadow, my burden, my cage,

A tyrant unyielding, untempered by age.

It howls in my veins, it tears at my chest,

An unholy force that gives me no rest.

Each breath is scorched; my lungs are ablaze,

A prisoner locked in its labyrinth maze.

It bends my mind, warps my sight,

Floods my thoughts in crimson light.

I strike at the walls, but the echo fights back,

My fists are bloodied; my world fades to black.

A hurricane spirals within my soul,

Devouring pieces to leave me unwhole.

Oh, anger, you whisper lies so sweet,

Promising power, yet sowing defeat.

You tempt with vengeance, you lure with might,

But what do you leave when you take flight?

The bridges you burn, the hearts you scar,

The dreams you shatter, the peace you mar.

You promise a fire to keep me alive,

But in your wake, nothing can thrive.

I gasp, I crumble, I fall to the floor,

Yet the beast within demands more and more.

Its claws dig deep, its jaws clamp tight,

A relentless hunger that feeds on my fight.

And then—a stillness, a whisper so faint,

A moment untouched by fury’s taint.

I hear it calling, a voice serene,

A thread of calm through the violent scene.

The storm begins to falter, to fade,

The beast retreats, its power swayed.

I see now the carnage, the wreckage, the cost,

All that my fury has endlessly lost.

Anger, you fraud, you master of deceit,

A fleeting strength that ends in defeat.

You mask yourself as righteous might,

But leave behind an endless night.

What use is rage, this terrible fire,

If it builds no bridges, fulfills no desire?

If it tears apart what I hold dear,

And fills my heart with grief and fear?

I see the paths you scorched in my soul,

Twisted and broken, out of control.

Your wrath has left me blind and weak,

A hollowed-out husk too numb to speak.

But as the fire dwindles and dies,

I feel the weight of clearer skies.

The burden lifts, the chains dissolve,

And in their place, new truths evolve.

Anger was never my friend, I know—

Its promises empty, its fury a show.

It offered power but left me frail,

A force that doomed me, destined to fail.

I see now that peace lies beyond its snare,

A life unshackled, a breath of clear air.

The path is long, the scars run deep,

But I’ve seen what lies where rage does creep.

To master this beast, I must let it fade,

Not stoke its flames, but find the shade.

For rage is a thief, a devourer of grace,

And I am the one who must give it no space.

So here I stand, though battered and torn,

From anger’s grip, I am reborn.

No longer its puppet, no longer its prey,

I cast off its chains and walk away.

Each step I take feels raw but free,

A path of healing, a path to me.

The echoes of rage will call and fight,

But I’ll walk forward into the light.

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Scars of Heaven by HybridDH

I didn’t know angels could bleed,

Didn’t know light could bruise and fade,

I thought they soared above our need,

Untouched by pain, by night, by shade.

Their wings were white as morning frost,

I thought their grace was made to last—

But there it was, a crack, a stain,

A scar from something deep and vast.

How could heaven leave them so frail,

With wounds they’d hide but never heal?

A truth that lingered in the dust—

That even angels learn to kneel.

There, in the soft and broken air,

Their eyes held sorrow, bare and wide,

A quiet hurt, beyond repair,

A depth where innocence had died.

What worlds did they fall through alone,

What fires burned those feathers grey?

And all the love they’d freely shown,

How much of it had chipped away?

For every hand that reached for theirs,

Every heart that begged them near—

They bore a burden unaware,

A weight of dreams, a shadowed fear.

It’s strange to know they feel like me,

That something pure could ache so deep,

To see them caught, and bound, and still,

With wounds that never let them sleep.

I thought they walked where grief can’t tread,

Where even darkness couldn’t stray—

But here they are, just bone and breath,

A hollow echo led astray.

So let them rest where hearts grow cold,

Where broken wings can find their grace,

For angels, too, must bear the scars

Of all the love they can’t replace.

And now I know that in their fall,

They feel the hurt of every soul—

A burden carried silently,

That even angels can’t control.