Author's Note: I see you have found this FanFiction. I promise that although this is poetry, it won't always be happy, sad, sappy, so on so forth.
Gabriel: I don't understand this? Why? Why are we doing this?
E: We are, just deal with it.
Castiel: Why are we starting with me?
E: Yours were on the top of the pile.
Castiel: Oh okay then...
E: I should do that disclaimer thing now. Before you distract me.
Disclaimer, I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters, sadly.
Angels Fall
Falling,
The act of soaring downwards,
But not soaring,
Hurtling
Falling from your home,
Blazing wings,
Being unceremoniously stripped from your back.
Crashing,
The act of hitting an object,
Hard.
The final length of the journey ends,
Ungodly speeds and a sickening crack,
As you hit Earth
Wingless.
Graceless,
The state of an Angel after losing their grace,
Practically the equivalent of a soulless human,
Though more important.
Human now, With no way home.
Faithless,
The act of having no faith what so ever,
You know you can't get back,
Anyone who says otherwise Has too much faith.
Cheated,
The result of trusting a liar.
Never trust a scribe,
Ever,
They lie
And Manipulate
Always.
We've fallen,
And crashed.
We are faithless,
Graceless
And cheated
You asked for a story, How's this?
~Castiel~
You know the drill read and respond.
Gabriel: Please do I want mine up here
E: It will be no matter what
Gabriel: Good.
Just you know read respond and all that jazz