I got up,
fully rejuvenated;
all I needed was
a good, long rest.

My broken wing was healed,
but still weak and tainted
by the darkness within.

I cannot fly,
for the dust
would spread.

Concealing my wings
in another universe,
quietly, I walked out of her room,
she who saved my life
by giving me her innocence
and kindness.

She will not hear a thing
when I'm gone;
and she will not know
if I'll be returning the favor,
or taking her life.