He finds a voice and sings. Fallen Angel 4 (2)

by Darren

When he cleared his throat
many people drowned...

He plays God. Fallen Angel 5 (3)

by Darren

On the seventh day with no restriction in sight,
leaving a cloud, a cliche he tarnished...

Tree sits alone. Fallen Angel 6 (2)

by Darren

Thirty years of effort
growing both above and below the crevice...

Rain leads to dismay. Fallen Angel 7 (2)

by Darren

It rained
long...

He used his curse wisely. Fallen Angel 8 (3)

by Darren

He wasn't a man
of that he was glad...

He takes a day away from the madness. Fallen Angel 9 (2)

by Darren

He decided to rest on the moon and observe man
there was no TV...

He tears time like paper. Fallen Angel 10 (2)

by Darren

He found a new use for his hands
he tore a slice from the atmosphere...

He tries meditation. Fallen Angel 11 (2)

by Darren

God had taken notice of his whereabouts
he was all powerful now...

He hated love. Fallen Angel 12 (2)

by Darren

Hiding in a wall in somebody else's mind
he observed the emotion that they called 'love...

He became a fan of symmetry. Fallen Angel 13 (2)

by Darren

Sitting on a hill
naked and proud...

That first deal thrashed out. Fallen Angel 14 (3)

by Darren

Just before he fell,
(after a kick from God...

He invented a paint gun. Fallen Angel 15 (2)

by Darren

After many moons had passed
many suns burnt his earlobes...