Wings

My heart has turned a dragonfly
that kind of little monster
metamorphosis in my soul
once a demon now a faerie


Black-wings in a bud
they grew as knives
cutting my flesh, sucking my life
with their blood-red fangs


Diabolical number whispers
at my back, never-ending oath
 'Thou shalt breed six wings
they art swords in thy heart'


first pair of wings Vampire's
every-time I face their cruelty
I feel eternal vampires' thirst
for revenge and punishment


Faerie's magical pair
claiming to own these
chaotic blood-lands
stolen by the human race


Solve the final riddle
dragonfly completed
wings from a buried angel
my hope to be dug up...


~Wiccangel~(Victoria III, 2009)©

René Lalique, French, 1860 - 1945. Dragonfly woman corsage ornament.