Fallen Angel
In the shadows where she used to roam,
Beneath the glimmer of a silver moon,
An angel fell, grace lost, heart turned to stone,
Wings now folded, bound by fate's harsh tune.
In white and gold, a striking grace,
Yet darkness whispers in the sacred space.
A life of power, swift and cold,
With stories of the streets, legends left untold.
She kneels adorned in yesterday’s armor,
A vision of beauty mixed with danger.
With a gun in hand, a promise unspoken,
In this moment, an angel's heart is broken.
Fallen from heights where the pure once soared,
Now trapped in the life that she once ignored.
The soft surface holds a celestial sigh,
As she contemplates both how and why.
With wings of ivory, now heavy with shame,
The world once adored her, now forgot her name.
In the realm of whispers, the truth can sting,
A battle between the woman and the angel within.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Great poem that every woman faces at one time or another in their lives.
Nicely done, Marie. For some reason, Vocal would not let me like it. I persisted and finally got it to work.
I love how you’ve blended celestial imagery with gritty, earthly struggle.