Angels do Fall


See these angelic wings with their bent feathers?
They’re the abandoned wings of a fallen angel,
All bent and broken by Earth’s strong embrace.
Fragile to hold with all of its gossamer feathers,
slowly fading as the cloudy night disperses.

For this angel lost all her desire to freely fly
with her strong wings upon the night sky.
When gazing down she saw thee,
and felt the first tremblings of desire.

Immortal she is yet to taste forbidden love
that only mere mortals do feel,
she must give up a hefty price,
and abandon her lofty existence.

Eternity she cast aside for a moment’s pleasure.
No qualms or regrets do this angel feel,
leaving her queenly perch for a little bit of heaven
with earth’s tempting kiss.

Only when discarded like rubbish did she feel,
love’s a cruel master and one that burned her deep.
Like the fires of hell that threatened to scorch her wings,
when she flew a little bit closer to its nightmarish abyss.

It was then she felt the first pangs of regret,
as she gazes upwards to the brightly lit night.
Remembering her swift passage across the heavens,
looking down upon a world lit by unbounded beauty.

For falling in love became her own undoing,
in the hands of a mortal careless with her heart.
How can something precious destroy her being,
now she’s lost among the crushing tide of bodies.

Her precious face and voice can’t be seen nor heard,
but a trail of droplets of snowflakes she left behind.
Her angel tears forming crystals on the ground,
sparkling like jewels, flashing like dying fire.

-The Elusive Scribe 040313-