Fallen Angel

Her descent disguised on angel wings in white
Naked in her innocence
                                                flighty as a dream
                                                heavy as a poem
                              grand as a symphony

She is the march, the crescendo, crashed into earth
Her agonies
                                      too great for heaven
                                     too deep for the world
                                     too real for men

Alone with her phantom, forgotten in her fight
She cries
                                                 angelic tears
                                                 angelic fears
                              pearls and rubies

She is the march, the crescendo, crashed into earth
                                     alone
                                     afraid
                                     abandoned

Her beauty will not avail her
Sorrow has left her only black and white
She  cannot fly on wings of despair
Her broken body covered in night

Cast back from holy light, deception, disgrace
Chained to the ground, forever in her place
Drained she is, unable to pray
Ashes to ashes, all is grey