An angel fell,
an another story to tell.
Wandering the earth
awed and wonder struck.
With creation of god yet be discovered
no aim just wandering with a hope to be loved.
Charmed by the alluring water falls,
spellbound by the long, opulent halls.
Staring at the things of ethereal beauty
them eyes filled with so much curiosity.
Walking barefoot on them grassy things
the happiness which it brings.
Smelling that scent before the rain pours
away from all the lament and remorse.
Angel thought God is partial
the earth is more beautiful and real.
Wanting it last for eternity
there was still something the angel didn't see.
The sun set slowly
allowing the night a chance to show its beauty.
The stars gleamed in clear sky
the crescent moon made her feel alive.
Spreading over it the magic of night
with all the pleasure peaked to its height.
But then, don't know where it stepped
didn't felt right, seemed like all the wrong things here were kept.
The horns, loudly were they blowing
people were pushing and angel took the worst pounding.
The angel got lost that night
its delicate eyes were damaged by all the neon lights.
It screamed and cried
but seemed like no one heard.
Angel got wounds and it did hurt a lot
no one cared and angel was left in the alley to rot.
There were no waterfalls no grassy things in between
this time under those barefoot was only hard concrete.
Angel bled, it bled and bled
looked up in the sky, praying to God and wanting to fled.
Suddenly its eyes were filled with two bright neon lights
while standing in the middle of concrete
a heavy thing screeched
hard did it hit
and the angel got killed
the angel was killed
white blood spilled
and the crowed gathered to lament.......
over the death of an angel.
