She tumbled down to earth, in a flurry of feathers,
Upon an old tombstone, of fern & mauve heathers,
An Angel spurned in heaven, by the ire of all
Gods,
Lying now in shame, upon the graves of black
sods.
Fallen Angel sadly banished, to earth now forever,
Hiding her face, beneath wings of shameful feather,
Her duty of the Guardian, had turned her toward
sin,
All because impossible love, had turned towards
him.
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