He was a Hero, battle scarred and worn.
Heart frozen in the hinterlands of winter.
Feelings imprisoned under lock and key
Eyes unable to leave behind sights unseen
Inside, the silent scream trapped in his mind
Tainted by filthy dirt and detritus of mankind
A fallen Angel, broken wings ravaged and torn.
Until he met her, the girl with faraway eyes.
Her smile held the promise of Summer days
Beguiled by beauty, trusting in innocent love
He stepped from the darkness into her Light
Intrigued by the mysteries of night, he followed
Golden fireflies into the heart of her forest
They danced, sang and drank sacred wine
By firelight they lay beneath a Harvest moon
Earth and Sky became one in Hieros Gamos
He arose from the forest floor, a fallen Angel
Sanctified, restored by Grace, soared once more
~Eily Nash 2019