An angel that fell down from Heaven, he spread his word, his light. He found pacivity close to love, close to a soul who promised to give the world, to be a part of his sky. And they loved, they shared, they achieved something close to greatness. And the world wished to have a bit of their strenght, of their brightness.

Then the angel lost his wings, his light, left heaven to a nameless place, talking about a breakable love, a lost one. And the poor soul was engulfed in darkness, blinded by love, craving the eternal promise of untold stories, praying God for righteous judgment. The angel never understood what she saw behind his fake shine, he never saw clearly her true light. And she stays, that dark queen with no king, wanting her own wings so she can reach her paradise, alone.