God placed his hand upon the angel's head, ever
so gently.
"Where's thy wings, my
child?"
"Consumed by the fire,
Father."
"And where is thy
halo?"
"Snatched by mine
enemies."
"And where is thy
heart?"
"Buried beneath the
ashes."
"And what would thou have me
do then?"
"Take what is left of mine soul
and let me fly once more. But leave mine heart, for it is broken and of no use
to me anymore."
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