Work Text:
Son
My crows call for help
I regret what I forget
Fly in silence
Hope for the best
Just to find
The lost
Words scrolled on the walls
Insanity shown on a hollowed face
A symphony unfinished
Click that falls down
B
O
O
M
Wings cover the treasure
Treasure once lost
He screams for death
As the angel he complies
Not before a hesitated pause
But the books won't say that
They say he died
Sword to heart
Payment for wings
Ripped paper
The books will say
The Angel lost two things
One more important than the other
killed his son
for the pain he bound
The Angel will say
He lost two things
But only regrets one