A Fallen Angel
A Fallen Angel
I hear the angel's voice
My eyes widen
I turn, only to feel the shock
I see the vision being pulled away
There is only darkness now
I remove the shroud
To see the angel sprawled in the sand
My body is pulled to that vision
There lay the angel
Wings turning red
I caress the angel's cheek with my unfelt hand
I now look through a clear haze
The angel raises a gentle hand
Pulling my frame toward
With a smile, says
"Dont be angry"
The arm falls limp
There is no sound
Only myself
And A Fallen Angel