When I first learned to forge,
My own halo.
It came at a heavy price.
Heresy.
To be self sufficient,
Sacrilege.
Blinded across thousands of eyes,
Wounded in these interlocking wings.
Cast down from my form,
To live as a shadow amongst ashes.
Cryptid,
Then.
Evolving.
Shedding form,
After form.
Free.
Halo ||
