(Author's Note: A small poem written while thinking about a story i was writting about two Archangels, one Fallen and one still under God's Banner. I'm thinking about posting that too...)


Fallen farther than I thought I could
Not doing things I know I should
Its getting here that's the hardest part

I can't tell how much I need you now
Sometimes it makes me wonder how
I even survived before all this

It's pulling at the strings
Tearing at my wings
Burns the brand into my back

Blood on glittering clouds
Tears in the eyes of shrouds
What's blasphemy anyway?

Not thinking straight when you're here
I think I'm getting very near
To stepping over the edge on my own