Transme
I am white
I glow, luminous
I spread my wings
Levitating, feet bare
Suffuse with power
Suffuse with joy
But oh, the regret!
As my halo falls to the dirt
And shatters into a thousand pieces
Indistinguishable.
Even I, the master of all, cannot it reconstruct
But oh, paralyzing terror
Eyes stretched across my face
Twisted countenance
The wickedness of which,
matched only, by my convulsing body
And my halo-less dome
As I sprout horns!
Massive horns!
Horns that I use
Horns that I use… TO KILL.
Oh, what pain!
Oh, how I am wretched, I yearn to feel again!
I must fly again, I must seek the angels!
Only they can restore me! ME!
But they will not
For now I am different
For now I am queer
I am born anew.
Reincarnated, writhing in red.
The red that I once feared.
WAIT, NO!
The red that I…
THE RED THAT I… FEAR.
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