Fallen Angel
Whispers enchanting Intertwining me within, Listening, waking, Tainted by sorrow's sin, A black rose lay alone, Lain in a pool of crimson, A ballad sung for a fallen angel.
Still gripping identity, Clinging to what little remains, Drawn unto your presence, Your voice echoing distantly, Haunted by your resounding essence, Faded like the hues of scarlet, Eyes glistening with tears of a fallen angel.
I lift one barren translucent hand, As I come to suddenly realize, No longer blinded by my own eyes, I am the one who is the ghost, A mere phantom, a fallen angel.
Sin of fallen angels · Wed Aug 09, 2006 @ 03:38am · 0 Comments |