Enlarge ImageAn angel lies in the corner.
His wings lifeless, his expression somber;
With eyes that see nothing,
They stare coldly at the sun.
Had he lived, he could have grown...

But now it is done.

Had he wanted to dream?
Had he wanted to fly?
Of what use is to question
If his fate is to die?

Grieve not.
It is the world's desire.
His fate had betrayed him;
It consumed him like fire.

An angel lying in the corner
Is all there is.
Young as he is
He had to leave,
And give death his precious kiss.