Should They Fall?
Should they rain?
Should they pour?
Should they fall from above?
The Angles
Who have been cast out like a dove
With wings out stretched to slow their decent
All the time wishing they were up there again
With their heads in the clouds
And their wings on their backs
Where they belong
There's no doubt in that
So should they rain?
Should they pour?
Should they fall from above?
When it's breaking their hearts one by one?
I wrote this about a month before the last episode of season eight and the poem was originally meant to be about Lucifer and the angels who fell with him, but after the episode came out I decided it suited the fall of the angels much better.
