Fallen Angel

Feathers of white
Float around me
Their touch is so soft
They slide 'gainst me skin gently

Sadness clouds my vision
As the feathers float down
Tears stain my face
As sadness in my heart abounds

My voice rings out
In a sorrowful wail
As the scalding iron brand
Is pressed to my skin, frail

Banished from heaved
And sent to hell
For a sin called love
I have become a fallen angel