As soon as all feathers turn black,
I feel the floor hit my head,and debris shredding my back.
The nausea made me vomit and gag,
And my entire body feels like a dirty rag.
My bones shattered and now it takes time to heal,
And even though I'm one of God's knights,it's an unbearable pain that I feel.
I have to rest,it's dark at night,
The angel I once was seems to have fled in fright.
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The Dark Feathers of a Fallen Angel
PoetryFrom fire,comes smoke. From wind,come leaves. From life,comes death. But what comes from emotions?
