A soft blanket of snow slowly
settles over his body. His eyes
are closed and breathing is
hard. His wings are bent out
at odd angles and one idea is
clear. All the angels,They've
Fallen.
With all the strength he has he
manages to rollover and push
up to his knees. The dull gray
landscape holds little interest
for the angel. But he knows in
his heart...all they angels, They've
Fallen.
He pulls forth a sword, that used
to shine. Now it is stained with the
blood of the broken. A tear silently
falls from his face because the news,
it's true. All they angels, They've
Fallen.
