A/N: Alright so this is the result of listening to a poetry reading at
school. Hearing so much poetry all at once made me want to write
something, even though poetry isn't really my thing, which you may be able
to tell from this. ( Anyway, there wasn't really any plan for this. I just
wanted to write something weird and I did. Please tell me what you think.
Oh and anyone who knows who/what this poem is about will get a gold star.
I think it's obvious, but I guess if you have little or no religious (or
maybe just Christian) background it might not be as obvious as I think.

Ever wonder what he felt?

Angel wings,
black on blood
(Or is it black with blood?).
Fire burns the feathers, makes it leather.
A siren shriek,
painful pleasure,
to be a king unbound.
Can light be dark?
Must dark be evil?
Falling grace,
see it drop.
five.
four.
three.
two.

one.
Impact.
Fallen.
no more angel wings.