When Flowers Fall

This is one of my oldest poems I still have. I wrote it about 4 years ago.

As Flowers fall and angels fly,
The creator weeps as its creations die.
Life of evil has taken toll,
nights unearthly brothers steal thy soul.
Angelic bodies, eyes of tears,
closer comes upon their fears.
Innocence can run, but never hide,
far to close to reepers side.
The world once full of beauty and grace,
Now falls into a hellish disgrace.
As Flowers fall and Angels fly,
The human race begins to die.