empty glasses and burnt wings

maybe we were like fire and ice,

your eyes of incandescent flames,

were sparkling as we roll the dice,

ready to play these star-crossed games.

I remember leaning over empty glasses,

my milky wings brushing your face,

you spoke fondly of damned masses,

and about how you loved the chase.

The very wings that gave me flight,

chained me to the clouds above,

so I long for the darkened night

and moments of illicit love.

I learned to love your lies,

more than I could withstand truth.

because somewhere in your eyes,

was promise in its youth.

I burnt my snow white wings to ash,

a raven emerging from a dove

obsidian wings flutter from the gash

and all in the name of love.

Darling we'll rule the worlds together,

mahogany thrones and dark halos

dark whiskey and tones of leather

because that's just how the game goes.

I know that you kneel for no one,

but I'll remember how you said,

"if life's a game, then I've won,

you give me life, even in the world of the dead.

the biggest sin I'll ever commit,

is changing the strings of fate,

and I'll never, even to myself, admit,

that I wish I made it to the pearl gate."

I take your hand and whisper,

"I don't mind being born from ashes,

as long as I find you time and time again,

feeling the heat from dwindling matches,

fate will remember us as the original conmen.

I'm a collision of darkness and light

and they'll always tell me I'm wrong.

Because you were always right -

I had a little hell in me all along."