Fallen

The Fallen Angel

There she goes,
Alone and sad.
The fallen one.
Thrown out from heaven.
The broken black wings,
Her pale face.
She sings.
She sings a song,
A song for the dead.
Black dress and broken wings.
Her voice is like the winterstorm.
She is a fallen Angel,
And the fallen Angel is me.

There she goes,
Alone and sad.
The fallen one.
Eyes cold as ice.
A heart of stone,
Without feelings.
She sings her song,
Her song for the dead.
Her black dress and broken wings.
She is a doomed one.
A dark Angel,
An Angel of death.
A fallen Angel,
And the fallen Angel is me.


- Ceccelin Lomenár -

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