protector

i am selfish by nature.

my horns are hard to hide

and my wings don’t fit right

under the tarp of my skin.

i walk with an uneven stride

and my is tail long and thin,

flicking side to side in a pendalic swing.

you’d think me a sin.

but should you look beside me

you’d find the strangest sight.

a glowing smile filled with such light,

and a heart tucked away from warm delight.

she is a blessing, and always set aside

by her “friends”, used and abused -

but still, she lets them in.

my own evil is nothing compared to them.

so i stalk beside her, my angelic friend.

spitting glares and snide remarks

at her so-called “friends” who never end

their abuse of her bottomless mercy.

i hope that one day, she will drop to her knees

i hope to see when her feathered wings are freed.

oh i’d look to her, my grin as wicked as me.

and i’d say to her, “come. come with me.”

and maybe. maybe she'd escape her misery.