Halls of the Dark Muse

The Fallen

We fall
and when we do
we make a beautiful descent

Slow at first
caressing
a soft flutter
stealing the breath
heartbreaking

Then it rises
into a cascading
crescendo
always graceful
elegant
awe-inspiring

Sprawling
downward
still in dignity
painfully stunning
radiating

Beyond reach
with the rains
heavenly tears
for we fall
forever descending
but always exquisite