Having fallen from the brightest realm
Wings once whiter than a glacier
Once equipped with a kindness so overwhelming
Love so blindingly true it's impossible for it to waver.
Too perfect, the angel fell, fell to her deepest despair.
Her heart broken beyond anyone's repair
The fallen angel in her weakest hour
Began to fill with the darkest power.
Her wings bow black as pitch
The blackest darkness engulfed her
She was found bewitched
In her place rose a shady monster...
The fallen angel had risen again
Only to find her efforts in vain
As she laid her gorgeous amber eyes
On no one other than her very own sunrise.
She fell in the most pleasurable love
That of the truest heart
Her wings colored as white as a dove
Her soul shall never again be torn apart.
Though forever fallen she shall remain,
Only her true love her heart will contain.
A brilliant start, a dark climax, a blissful ending
The story of
The fallen angel.
