His hair was black and windblowed with the salty breeze of the coast. He turns to me and my breathing hitches in my throat. I could see my life flashing before my eyes as our eyes locked together in silence.
As He grew, he felt like a Dark Angel hidden inside a "Nice Guy". Constantly falling to Darker and Deeper places. He lived in Fear almost all of his life from a body riddled with scars and emotional battle wounds given by the Gods. A life "In a crowd of people, yet completely alone."
“Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,Yet Grace must still look so.” It means that even though all angels are good, the best one still fell ( lucifer), but that doesn't take away from the rest being good. A way of saying do not generalize things because the worst can happen to the best of us.