Mirror Mirror

These wings that I believed glowed with white feathers,
When put before the mirror are leathery and stretched taught across jagged bone,
The halo that I believed I wore is not but a pair of wretched horns,
Gentle smile is borne fangs that await their next strike,
My nature is not of the light but of the shadow.

Blue eyes search in their hunger for a new course,
Filthy fingers dig through the dirt pulling my scorched form,
Burned from the light of day shed upon myself by a tug of the curtain,
Skin smolders cooled only by the fury within,
Soothed roughly by the darkness falling from the horizon.

I have no pretense to offer at the feet of my enemies,
They see me for what I am and lament my fall,
For they were once my closest of friends and advisors,
I was not their friend only a betrayer,
Leering from a jealous mind upon their wealth.

I bring no light and bear the weight of no kingdom,
Nor do I desire any of these obligations,
Only to retire to the black from whence I sprang,
So my dread-wings do speed me,
To silence and eternal reflection.