Fallen angel,

Refusing to touch the ground.

~

Back strained

-wings slowly tearing apart-

Head pounding

-pressure of rushing air unbearable-

Eyes faltering

-the dull extremities of blinding Earthen colors-

~

Fallen Angel

~

In his heart

Burning hatred is harbored

In his frigid veins

Boils revenge

In his loving glance

Shines death.

~

Fallen Angel

~

Yet still,

We marvel at this sight,

Raise praises to the Lord above

For sending us his divine artisan.

Though what we overlook

Reveals his exiled truth.

~

Fallen Angel

~

The black-tipped feathers of his wings.

Scarlet-dried blood beneath his nails.

A solitary ashen streak

Parting a sea of ebony hair.

His once glistening robe of silk,

Now coated and splotched with mud and blood.

~

Fallen Angel

~

Though when he opens his mouth,

The gentle cadence of his words

Sets a glamour of beauty

Upon my prodding eyes

Creating the illusion of utter perfection,

A hypnosis sewn with sweetened lies.

~

Fallen Angel,

Determined to fly once more.