We fell as angels.
With broken halos and clipped wings,
We were unable to fly back to once we came.
So we were stuck on unfamiliar ground,
Forced to fit in with new habits and go about our new lives.
The vast wonder and beauty of our new surroundings amazed us. Maybe even grounded us there.
But the people we met were not so good.
Some left dark marks,
Scorches where they stepped,
It was as if they could sense the fallen,
They battered and beat,
Casting shadows on their once white wings,
Turning them black with hate,
Tearing them apart and crushing them til they were nothing but shambles.
As if they were sent from below to haunt us.
We lived in fear of them.
Sometimes we met other angels.
Some were met with more darkness.
Some sang for their pain, others wanted to know if they were even still there.
But some just couldn't take it anymore and lost their sight of the light,
And drifted away.
Sadness over took and fake smiles and lost voices hid the pain.
Many lost but many saved
Many still falling.
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Short StoryOneshots I write for when I need ideas or when I'm just bored. Some sad, some you choose, all relatable. Don't be afraid to comment on what you want to read and such. I'm open to suggestions.
