This is the reality for sons and daughters of fallen angels.
She still lives with demons that once held her tenderly.
Now she keeps hearing him calling her quietly.
The voice in the night whispered " Never Give Up".

In a blink of seconds,
Moments twisted.
Silence muffled by the sound of cold breeze,
A gentle breeze that billows the curtains
And lilts a rose that blush from memories.

The silent hue of stars,
Nowhere insight.
Hooting owls of whispering willows,
And lone wolf howls.

In this midnight, she ache for peacefulness
But only to be displaced by loneliness caused by him.