Another villanelle. Not very good. The beat count might be a little awkward as well.

Appeared a burning island to all
Just today, when the sun was high
And that is where she makes her fall

For so long she had to crawl
When suddenly- her blood caked dry
It appeared a burning island to all

Through sea and storm and murderous squall
With ragged pinions she failed to fly
And that is where she makes her fall

A raucous cry- she screamed her call
But to her kin as they did try
It appeared a burning island to all

She fought: "I am not one in thrall"
But mournful winds returned this cry
"That is where she makes her fall."

And so she waits, alone and small
For to any other angel's eye
It appeared a burning island to all
That is where she makes her fall