Watcher
They say angels
Are genderless
But he refused to come
Unarmed:
He tore an eye
From his feathered wing
And opened its color
To paint his lids
He had not been shaped
To have
A blade
So he made one.
His hands opened
With gifts:
These are your weapons,
Use them.
Become strong
And beautiful.
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