Fallen Angel

Her useless wings beat,
Beat against the roaring wind.
She is falling, tumbling from the skies,
As her comrades watch her demise.
She knows this is what she deserves,
But can’t help but thinking,
That He observes.

It is too late for forgiveness,
Her wings have been ripped.
Her glorious powers,
Are soon to be stripped.
She plummets to the ground,
Where she’s engulfed by the sounds,
Before she continues her journey down.

Her useless wings beat,
Beat against the roaring wind.
Forever to burn,
Never to die.
The angel has fallen.