Fallen Angel

The Fallen Angel is Dying-- The pain comes in strides

Chained down to Earth, left alone; tortured by her other side

Her wings--they droop to shame, as sound stops and begins

And the archangel of herself, rants the truth, which settles down like sins,

"The hollow forest is calling, come play yourself away!"

"Those desires you hid so long, wish to show thier colours in this grey!"

"Deny them if you wish, daresay I didn't warn you."

"But there will be a day, when the old self wishes to be be new."

Now there is no sound, as gentle snows fall, covering the ground turned red

The Fallen Angel has died now--but even shadows mourn the dead.