This is a poem based off the song...

Read this through, see what you make of it, then...

These broken angels,
Were meant to fly...

--I tried a different rhyming scheme..
Sitting in the middle of a halo...

-Lost-
Wondering silently...

Twist and turn
This is where angels burn...

Sing to me a song,
Nightingale of Babylon...

This prose is best read as a flowing whole, though...

Darkness creeps over the shadowed lands,
As murderous killer shrieks his demands...

A blue clear sky,
On a gentle day...

Each hour you'll see
A new Angel fall...

I want to write you a love poem, baby,
But who likes the cliche topics...