Stars Breaking

A strand falls,
Brushing my cheek,
Much as my tears.

I brush them aside,
Along with the sangira-dyed,
Strands of hair.

My eyes are red,
Bloodshot,
Maxium capacity of anything.

My wings are tired, 
Back is sore,
And I'm exhausted.

Seeming,
As though,
The lady is falling,
Far down,
Into darkness.

My hand reaches,
For a light,
That seems nonexistant,
Tears falling
Stars breaking,
Flame dying...

Then,
A hand grabs mine,
Seen and unseen ones,
I stop falling,
And the hope returns.

Everything will be alright...