Wings

Lost in darkness again,
its lovers caress,
now a strangling grasp,

drowning in my self made sorrows,
a new light appears in the dark
another seeming to torment me

but the light grows,
an angel steps into view..
the aura of her purity banishing the dark

I reach out to her,
She holds out her hand,
An odd pair, this angel and a demon.

We spread our wings,
One set of feather
the other of leather

Away we fly
Graceful together
Wrapped in our contentment