Fallen Angel

Once, I soared through radiant skies,

wings unfurling like whispers of light,

dancing among the stars

with the pulse of the universe in my veins.

But the fire of desire caught me,

the allure of earth,

where shadows play and hearts break—

a tempting tapestry of longing and loss.

Now, I tread upon this soil,

my wings frayed with dust and sorrow,

each feather a memory,

each heartbeat a silent lament.

The moon watches me weep,

casting silver upon the ruins of dreams,

where hope flickers like a dying ember,

wrestling with the weight of my descent.

In the echoes, at night, I hear the whispers,

the laughter of celestial beings

now turned into haunting refrains,

reminding me of what I once was.

But here, among the thorns and thistles,

I find a strange beauty—

in the ache of being human,

in the love that knows no bounds,

in the fragility of a heart willing to break.

I am both lost and found,

a tapestry of light and shadow,

for even in my fall,

I still carry the stars,

hidden deep within my soul.