VulpesFulva
10-27-2009, 09:10 AM
Fallen
What glory, to be an angel,
White and feathered above the clouds.
Immortal! Perfect! Soulless.
Bound in service to heaven’s Crown.
My life spans time unending,
Winged but tethered to golden grounds.
Brazen. Prideful. Weary
Of duty’s tide, in which I drown.
My fear of falling is waning.
Sinful wonderment urges me under.
I slip through cloud-tops, straining.
Wings beating faster, away from the Thunder.
I plummet through the sky toward Earth
And land with a crash in its dirt.
My feathers float down all around me, and
As they land, turn to ash, dust, and sand.
As my feathers go, so do my wings
And I’m left here to bleed in my blood.
What glory, to be an angel,
White and feathered above the clouds.
Immortal! Perfect! Soulless.
Bound in service to heaven’s Crown.
My life spans time unending,
Winged but tethered to golden grounds.
Brazen. Prideful. Weary
Of duty’s tide, in which I drown.
My fear of falling is waning.
Sinful wonderment urges me under.
I slip through cloud-tops, straining.
Wings beating faster, away from the Thunder.
I plummet through the sky toward Earth
And land with a crash in its dirt.
My feathers float down all around me, and
As they land, turn to ash, dust, and sand.
As my feathers go, so do my wings
And I’m left here to bleed in my blood.