Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

In the shadows where she used to roam,

Beneath the glimmer of a silver moon,

An angel fell, grace lost, heart turned to stone,

Wings now folded, bound by fate's harsh tune.

In white and gold, a striking grace,

Yet darkness whispers in the sacred space.

A life of power, swift and cold,

With stories of the streets, legends left untold.

She kneels adorned in yesterday’s armor,

A vision of beauty mixed with danger.

With a gun in hand, a promise unspoken,

In this moment, an angel's heart is broken.

Fallen from heights where the pure once soared,

Now trapped in the life that she once ignored.

The soft surface holds a celestial sigh,

As she contemplates both how and why.

With wings of ivory, now heavy with shame,

The world once adored her, now forgot her name.

In the realm of whispers, the truth can sting,

A battle between the woman and the angel within.