Sometimes we can be the leading light to others, the one who others look up to. The one who leads fearless and seems to always have the answers and without hesitation walks through fire for anyone they can. What is rarely seen is the darkness that has forged them into these beasts of fortitude and confidence. The abyss of constant pain and struggle that lies deep on their soul. Every so often that angel cracks and falls to their knees, a guardian unprotected by shields long held in place to be the savior to those who hold them so high... And someone sees that abyss. Nothing will ever be the same. The guardian has failed. And one is scarred. The abyss raging as it feeds of innocence lost to its inferno. The angel weeps in dispair as another feather drifts from its already weathered wings. So close to falling into the maw of the beast. No one can save the angel, but the angel... But this angel knows, sometimes its sacrifice is the last weapon it can give to a loosing war... She grows cold and silent as the last bit of pain fades into the abyss and her eyes grow dark as the light turns to dusk at her back.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 00:35:45 +0000
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