The Angel. A poem.

His wings are battered,

battered and broken,

broken he falls,

falls from the sky,

the sky that is darkening,

darkening like his insides.

His insides are shattered,

shattered to his heart,

his heart is battered,

battered and broken,

broken like his wings.

His wings fail and he falls,

falls from the sky, dejected.

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