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"Feathers of Hope and Despair"

The document tells a story through poems about a person experiencing darkness, loneliness, and madness. An angel initially visits the person and gifts them a white feather to provide hope, but the darkness inside the person corrupts the feather and drives the angel away. A daemon then replaces the angel and possesses the person. Their obsession and madness grows until they find tranquility and an endless plane of white.

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"Feathers of Hope and Despair"

The document tells a story through poems about a person experiencing darkness, loneliness, and madness. An angel initially visits the person and gifts them a white feather to provide hope, but the darkness inside the person corrupts the feather and drives the angel away. A daemon then replaces the angel and possesses the person. Their obsession and madness grows until they find tranquility and an endless plane of white.

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Feathers In the Mind

As I walk,
there is no one beside me.
Shadows draw in close,
as I look around me.
No light, no sound, only cold.
sleeping in this abyss is unbearable,
yet I have no other choice.
I awaken to a single change,
not light, for this land bathes in twilight.
It is not sound, for silence surrounds.
Only cold still lingers in the air.
Brought with the semblance of dawn,
I find my self in heavens favor.
A gift from an angelic guardian lays at my side,
that which keeps me moving through the static cold,
it is all I have to give me hope.
Holding the feather between my fingers,
Feel it brush against my face.
So white, so soft, so pure
She gives of herself for me.
Even though I may not see her,
feel her or hear her.
I know she thinks of me,
even though she can not save me.

Darkest Hour
In my darkest hour she came to me.
An angel draped in feathery white,
whose eyes sung of beauty, her lips spoke of truth.
Moving with grace she parted the shadows,
that held fast to my heart.
While gazing inside she learned of my sorrow,
and of her own wing, a feather she gave.
Something so pure so simple and white,
that the darkness around, could put up no fight.
I held the feather in my grasp,
to her surprise and my regret,
she did learn what my heart does best.
For the feather I hold, has now turned black.
A reflection of truth.
This hollow and bitter darkness inside,
corrupts all the gifts that my angel can tithe.
She knows of my sins, yet stays at my side,
while the darkness inside bites at her wings.

Replaced
This hollow and bitter darkness inside,
corrupts all the gifts that my angel did tithe.
Till she could bear It no longer,
and dare say I blame her,
she left me for good.
Left only one feather.
My eyes only saw what they could not have,
pictures of me not yet to be taken,
caught fire and burned in my minds eye.
How I wished for so simple a joy,
looking up past the lashes of an angels blue eyes.
A cruel joke, or simply fate.
A wish cast in the dark of night,
can only be answered by darkness its self.
Replacing my angel,
A vision of beauty.
Fangs dripped with the blood of her own innocence,
As her eyes latched and locked on its new prey.
Born of sin.
My daemon.
Where once I had love to fill my heart,
Now I have lust to hold in my arms.
Broken dreams and shattered visions fall around me,
as though my tower of bone has crumbled around me.
She seeks a home,
I seek a love.
She traded her love,
for a home in my heart.

Decent into Madness


My written word now speaks true,
I only want to be with you,
And you my friend,
can not hope but comprehend,
all the woe that lies within.
My soul is on fire
my heart burns with desire
I feel consumed
I am possessed,
and now all that I am,
is obsessed.
My written word now speaks true,
I only wish to be with you.
You are my focus,
my vision, my darling,
my angel.
Im lost without you,
blood flows with my tears.
The daemon inside
will not relent
and try as i may
i can not repress
for His hold over me,
His powers derived,
from my love of you.
i can not stop the voice in my head,
so i choose to listen instead.
...
...
He speaks to me,
He speaks of you.

Tranquility
Horsemen race across the sky,
fire spins within my eyes.
The devil dances in my dreams,
reminding me of what I seek.
An angel falls within my sight,
scares lay bare across her chest.
Feathers once pure, now stained red,
reminding me of what I seek.
Hung in the air, crystals spin,
enchanting patters grace the floor.
Hypnotic visions swirl within,
reminding me of what I seek.
Trapped in darkness, encased in shadow,
vision fails to pierce within.
Mysteries fall beyond that visage,
reminding me of what I seek.
Cast out the devil and abandon the angel,
shatter the crystals and banish the darkness.
And you will find what it is I seek,
pure and simple unchanging white,
Tranquility

White
With nothing left, I lose my touch
neither glee nor malice, may be rung from my veins
hope and despair, have long since past
love and hate, both flow away
my heart, no longer aflame
Just an organ
Moving blood
endless planes of white
haunting my dreams
spreading out before me
far into the night
heartless

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