Dark souls are attracted

to those filled with light,

grabbing at angel wings

and shooting stars with

desperation in their fingertips.

Hoping that some of their

heavenly essence will

rub off on them.

And they beg those

golden rays to find

their way through

the cracks in the forms they bare.

Waiting for the day

that finally frees them

of this unbreakable cage. // Like moths to a flame. – d.r.g