She's a fallen angel.
She's broken her wings,
Her halo's become tarnished,
And she no longer sings.
She's down on the Earth,
Come to guard against pain,
But the one she had to help,
He still writhes in the drain.
She found the temptation,
As she knew that she would,
The one thing that's different from what she imagined,
Is that they used what she couldn't have stood.
So she succumbed, and so was deposed,
And so the gates of heaven were closed.
And now she is lost, all alone on this Earth,
Although another Angel falls now and again,
The only ones for company are her fallen brethren.
Oooh this piece rocks!!! The only thing I have to say is that the last two lines in the third stanza could do with shortening...or the other two lengthening...whichever lol. Oh...and 'writhes in the drain' seems odd to me...but that could just be me XD It's good imagery but I think I'd have used 'languishes'. I don't know...it's still ridiculously good either way :P
sweet piece