His eyes burned with anger,
They glowed crimson red in the dark.
His hand protectively covered me,
His wing wrapped around me.
That was what I felt,
No– what I remembered from the dream.
I walked through the forest shivering from the cold,
But vividly remembering his wing I felt warm.
As I stumbled through the dark,
My hands instinctively grabbed something to break my fall.
As I looked up I saw him,
The inhuman boy in my dreams.
Even though his eyes were blood red,
They looked at me with a soft expression.
He helped me up,
Careful not to hurt me.
He was my one winged angel,
Always watching out for me.
No matter where I was,
He would be there watching over me.
My one winged angel.
-Andrea Yong
