darkSpyro

A poem I wrote:


I stand there in the brilliant temple of gold.
With my fair golden hair and my glorious angelic wings.
My robe, white as snow.
My face shining with the glory of the Almighty.

The creature standing beside me had no feathery wings.
Nor did he have a shine to him.
Not even a robe to call his own.

He wore only scales on his body.
His wings were leathery, and looked like as a bats'.
It wasn't hair that graced his head, but horns.
A long tail was always behind him.
He didn't have delicate hands, but scaly paws with jagged claws.

This creature is my friend.
The one I loved.
He was turned into this beast that everyone was horrified of.
Because of his sins he was an outcast in Paradise.

I look at my hand with its fair white skin.
A golden ring graced with diamonds was upon my finger.
Was I so pure that I can wear diamonds and gold
While my dear friend wears only scales?
Was I so special that I can have the power of the very lightning of the Heavens
While my friend has to use the fire kindled in the underworld?

I was a sinner just like him.
I deserved to be like him.
I grip my diamond encrusted ring and yank it off of the finger it was upon.
I know the consequences.
I know that this decision will mean jumping off my pedestal of grace.
Plunging down to the level of the cursed one whom I love.

I demand that my robe be traded in for scales.
That my fair skin be reddened like his
That my golden hair be gone and for horns to grace my head.
The feathers be gone from my wings and leathery skin to be their replacement.
That smoke come in my throat instead of static from my finger tips.
I got my wish.
And that fall from the pedestal was the best feeling ever.


What do you guys think? What is your interpretation of that poem?

Cool poem. It's beatiful.

Thanks.

Wonderful