The moon shines
And it defines a halo
That is worn too thin
Hanging limp from her throat

Grace will fall
And the skies will part

The treetops brace
And isolate the impact
A small opening to hell
With a broken wing she’ll roam

Grace has fallen
And the ground will part

No angels beckon
Nothing to protect calls out
But as if guided by forgotten memory
She walks straight back again

Grace had fell
And the sky won’t call

Invisible signs guide her eyes
To the stairway He forgot
The steps paved with glass tears
And the barbs of regrets

Grace will rise
But the path will weep

With the blood of the mindless angel
Following back to the start again
Forever falling from a pedestal
Deserved and unwanted.

© 2014