Fallen

         Red drops fall from way up high

Pouring down, it clouds my eyes.

Lightning strikes across the sky,

The air of vengeance in on the nigh

The warrior walks an angels death

Fear instilled with every breath

A girl with green eyes sees the storm

But to late now, she is to warn.

She aims her weapon at her warriors face,

The one who fell in God’s disgrace

He spreads his wings as black as ink

She scans for a weakness, a spot that’s chinked

His expression is cold and frozen as stone

A chill that quivers deep through her bones

The scent on the breeze cracks her core,

She inhales the smells of the winds of war

He flashes a grin she so achingly knows

It breaks her clean, straight through to the soul

She swallows her heart, there is no release

She knows what its like to not be at peace

“you know you won’t” he says to her.

“It’s meant to be,” she replies with a purr.

He glides forward to stroke her cheek.

His eyes so longing, it makes her weak.

He’s come for her, she knows it’s true

But she has one thing that she must do.

The knife flickers in the blackening night,

She plunges it in to her former knight

A scream shatters the glowing light,

A scream of darkness, infused with night.

His lips are bloodred, his skin so pale,

The sound is horrified, a dying wail.

Her love is lost,

But at what cost?

Her wings unfurl, as white as snow,

The Quest is done, she begins to glow.

Her green eyes flicker, filled with remorse,

At one of the fallen, who chose his course.

At God’s call, she begins to rise,

She’s killed him now, her warriors prize.