A pair of angels fell that day,
Holding the other in a tight embrace.
Below a tree they silently lay,
As heaven cries, tears of rain.
Their wings torn, now in shreads,
But their eyes held love, devoid of pain.
As red met black, and black met red,
They shared a kiss, sinful, yet chaste.
And the sun appears, shining over them,
They breathed their last, a smile on their face.
