She was so beautiful when she fell. She was the shooting star. In flames of pain and torment. And yet she is all to me. She is the breath I take. She is the fallen one though she showns no sign of remorse. She is hollow. She is the soul of an angel. In the body of the broken soul. The one who greives over the loss of that wich never was hers. She is the one who mourns over the ones who have followed in her path. No eyes more shadowd than thy dear angels. Locked in an abyss of what once was. Hath thou no pity for thy fallen one? Though the pity is what she crawls away from. She will not accept thy love for fear of betrayal and treachery. Thy love shal forever burn in the memory of ty love. the sweet sweet fallen one.