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Fallen Angel
She stood upon this pedestal,
The essences of one man's dream.
Watching him pass among the crowd,
Her looks extraordinary, a rare extreme.
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This dark raven Angel of beauty,
Unlike any that went before her.
Wings spread regal, molded for flight,
Yet she was shy and demure.
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Sometimes she caught him gazing,
Upward, an attempt to transfer.
The dark Angel into a mortal,
Through his eyes he could conver.
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How was she to reach him,
Down to the streets far below.
Was she really a statue of stone,
Or could life through her flow.
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There was only but one way,
To release her of this bond.
Shed her wings there on the plateau,
Falling to the earth there beyond.
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No fleeting thoughts she gave,
As they fell away one at a time.
All else held no importance,
Just this man sublime.
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Once the descent had begun,
It was only the means to an ending.
No turning back or retracing,
The inevitable impending.
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Her embrace held no warmth,
He gathered there at her side.
Placing her body against his heart,
As she lay still in his arms, he cried.
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