• Fallen Angel

    I am a fallen angel.
    I spread my wings, But did not fly.
    Loosing hope fast, not baring to know what happens next.
    Falling faster and faster to ground.
    I am a fallen angel… I hit the ground,
    My wings scraped and scuffed,
    As my halo fell to the ground,
    It went cold and turned black.
    Worried and scared, the ground started to shake.
    It got hotter and hotter, I got pulled into the ground…
    As the seer let go of my hand,
    I knew what was to happen when I die…