Fallen Angel-Empty Worlds
Love's Angelic wings so gloriously white
Turn an ebony black from its death
Once pristine feathers of magical flight
Died quiet and slow with each lonely breath
A rose clutched is of love's memories kept
Held to her breast in heart's thrashing dark storm
Where lace covered flesh catches tears she wept
Now becoming cold, where they once were warm
There is no sadness deeper or more pained
To be in an empty world that appears
Where reflections in sadness have remained
In a black shroud surrounding her tears
8/5/17 contest...Fallen Angel
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