Fallen Angel
Feathers fall like snow
as a lone figure,
winged,
tumbles from the sky.
Falling straight to earth,
body nearly broken in half,
as he crashes to the ground.
Wings snapped,
arms, legs splayed upon the ground.
Blood,
red as rubies, just as hard,
taints now un-pure wings.
Golden strands of hair,
like the suns rays,
once aglow, shining,
are now stained with crimson,
plastered to his face.
A perfect mouth.
Pale. Open.
As though crying out in pain.
Beautiful blue eyes,
once full of light,
now glassy, blank.
Slim, tapered body is still.
There is no heartbeat,
but that doesn't matter.
He never had one to begin with.
Clothes are muddy, torn.
Stained with the lifeblood,
of one more perfect than any sunset.
It is said that those
who can hear an angel scream in pain,
and laugh,
are truly evil.
Heaven is missing her prince.
Will she find him?
