From the pits of hell
From the heavens she fell
Crashing, burning
Writhing, turning
Her wings seared off
Burned straight to the cloth
Her pure white skin ablaze
Her eyes holding a look of craze
She stands her knees tense
Leaning on hells firey fence
Tears of liquid salt pour
As the hells demons soar
Her golden hair crisp
The blood pooling in her mouth causing her to speak in a lisp
Her scared golden brown eyes wide
She searches for a place to hide
A crash and a clang and the Devil arrives
From her fear he does thrive
She screams and looks up from which she fell
This is the beginning of an Arch Angel.
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Simple Poetry
PoetryJust simple little poems that come to mind. Some are gentle and carefree, the others will bring truth to the harsh reality that life is. Please enjoy, comment, fan or just simply read. C:
