Doomed

In a monotone voice that yet pierced the mans soul, the winged one told him, "Of your life broken by your own kindness unknown by all, I give you a heart made of pure gold. Containing light more powerful than what you've own, it will infinitely burn the light you create. Glowing it to a white warmth to blanket the ones you so generously die for. Your heart will now be your own and its light will be protected by it has shown, all will have sight of it, and your loving contribution of your light you so willingly bleed out for them will be gifted back to you as love. All who know of you will love you and your heart. You're graciousness has granted you an eternal illumination to these of mankind far apart." And as the man heard this it was already over, his light so hot it burned the very sky he lay in as clovers, still freshly smelted from the anointed light. He felt himself alive unlike he ever had no longer needing others leftover lover to sustain his sand. He set out on his way, shining even larger for his day, and the anointed, knowing he couldnt free the man of his blindness, took praise in knowing he could at least give the man a way to keep being in sway, without having to die for it. Knowing this in itself would accomplish his hope, for even though his direct light couldn't open their eyes, giving this man who loved so devoutly a better surprise to give would be the seed. In which time would grow into the need of a visionary mankind of which all were anointed as he in his eyes, knowing that through this mans golden heart, the roots would find shelter and nurture so far, he smiled, slowly leaving the mans location. Knowing his job was done, knowing he would one day see the man change the sun, simply by doing what he did best, loving with everything he had, without condition and without regret.