As the flame of the candle stands still into 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 blow
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 bagan to believe
this was not supposed to be
screamed the temptress
her lack of empathy being her only vice she constructed a heart shaped tom
there she swore she would lay 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