A/N: Wow. This poem turned out way darker than I thought it would… hmm. Well, it was rather difficult to write; it was my first shot at a specific poem structure – the Sestina. This form originated in France(my personal opinion of the French being a very bored (and possibly drunk) people whenever they invented something is only added to after finishing this.) Anyway, I love the French (language and people) as well as France, so it's ok. And the poem ends up sounding really awesome. I'm not going to mention structure or explain it; I'd like to see who can figure it out. The A/N of the next poem will explain

Random, it took me about 3hrs to write; from figuring it out, planning to now. At one point, the poem really screwed me over; I couldn't think of anything to write that would fit:$

Also, I DID mean to leave out a capital, people. Think of 1800s style exclamations in the middle of sentences, then you've got what I'm thinking

Fallen Angel

Fondly I watched her dancing shadow;
Followed her with all my wary love,
As I feared the hellish desires, the fire
That would surely become my undue death.
I should turn away, and turn to flight,
But she called me to her most fiercely.

And her life burned with the flames fiercely;
No darkness could blemish her shadow.
Both righteous and sinner alike took flight
Before her, for they could not feel her love.
I should leave, before her dance brings death
And yet, I stare transfixed by her fire.

This very burning I feel, this fire;
Fills my soul with a passion so fiercely
Desired, desperation for it lest death
Come to change all I feel to a shadow.
I cannot express emotion, only love
Which would, like a frightened bird, take flight.

However maiden's own graceful flight
Was known; blazed were trails of orange fire
Into the woods. Her freedom lay in love
She gave unto all she desired fiercely.
Woe, though, to lover's fading shadow
For surely they would only know death.

But oh! how very bittersweet death
Seems to the maiden who, taking flight,
Would leave behind all she lusts for shadow
And become a creature of the cold fire
That most urgently desires her fiercely,
Though would never feel all of her love.

Following behind this maiden's love,
Yet also very far behind, Death
Is her lover, calling to her fiercely.
But the more he calls, the faster takes flight
My maiden, her burning dance of fire
Will leave him nothing but a shadow.

My maiden's kind love will ever take flight
Far beyond the fire of all-knowing Death,
And, fiercely, will deny this shadow.