Hiding In Plain Sight

As the flame of the candle stands still in the biting air~and the silhouettes of a broken man crash to the floor~he rues the day he flew too close to the sun~recalling her smile, as his wings melted and he descended to the depths below~she had spoken of things all too impossible for hearts to behold~her beauty beckoning his soul, defenseless he fell enamored by her intoxicating charm~she had spoken of things, which he began to believe~this was not supposed to be, screamed the temptress~empathy being her only vice she constructed a heart shaped tomb~there she swore she would lie and perish~with his wings charred and the pieces of his heart lying in ruins on the floor~she had spoken of things all too impossible for hearts to behold~he dreams of a day when the candle would begin to flicker in the cold night air, perhaps then he would fly again~he will fly again...