• An angel fallen from the sky,
    With broken wings and tears in her eyes,
    Walks along with a lowered head,
    With tattered clothes and a back that bled.

    Her face filled with sorrow,
    Not wanting to live again tomorrow.
    Her tainted wings that fell with her,
    Now tainted black, pure white they were.

    No longer was she one of them,
    The guardians of men.
    Now left to die as planned,
    In a sad and barren wasteland.

    Her sin appalling to those up high,
    Due to an order she wouldn't comply.
    Though her looks do not portray,
    She preferred it this way.

    Accused of something she did not do,
    Though she agrees her heart in two.
    Not sure what she was to take,
    Bound in chains she couldn't break.

    A friend she had she felt was sad,
    A good choice to make she knew she had.
    Caught in a wrong place at the right time,
    What they called an organized crime.

    Now in pain she wanders along,
    In her heart she knew she was wrong.
    Life, Death, her immortality gone,
    Left to walk alone after her denouement.