There in the shadows lurk the darkest of creatures
The stowaways in hiding,
The ones cast from heaven
Constantly at the heels of the vulnerable,
Trying to coax the innocent into their oblivious blunder
To fall back behind, in a never ending slumber
For these, are the Fallen Angels.
Disgraced and abandoned, they contaminate cities
Angered and confused, their wings need mending
They are fighting a war that must always be fought,
Banished from the land in which they were born
The empty night sky is all that is left for them.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
There in the shadows lurk the darkest of creatures
The stowaways in hiding,
The ones cast from heaven
Constantly at the heels of the vulnerable,
Trying to coax the innocent into their oblivious blunder
To fall back behind, in a never ending slumber
For these, are the Fallen Angels.
Disgraced and abandoned, they contaminate cities
Angered and confused, their wings need mending
They are fighting a war that must always be fought,
Banished from the land in which they were born
The empty night sky is all that is left for them.
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