angels cries

in the dark night and angels cry falls silent,

faye, sweet, faye lays broken and alone crying out for help but seeing only his reflection in the puddles,

"will someone come for me?"

a question often asked in the deepness of his mind, young, weak, and alone faye lay on the cold wet ground hoping for someone to find him.

his eyes fell slowly, his breath became visible and his wounds ran deep.
there was no blood visible for the rain ran constant and wash it away, his wing were tattered and torn, and pink form previous blood stains, if only he had stayed away maybe he wouldn't be like this.

faye's body ran cold and just when he felt no need to prolong his death, a large figure approched form the rainy shadows.

a large hand exstended out to him as deep voice becand him.

"hey, you look like you need a hand"

the figurs face peered over him, studing him, trying to calculate what had happened,

faye, scared and unable to speak tried his best to pull away.

" in not going to hurt you, ok? let me take care of you, cause if i don't no one will"

the large figure pulled off his coat and wraped it around the small beaten body,
the warmth of his hands alone were enough for faye, he closed his eyes and drifted into extasy.

"I'm Adare, adn ill guess ill have to wait to find out whome you may be" he said as he laughs and continues on home