145. Fallen Angel Poem by Jaden Knight

Last night walking home from the pub
I found a woman crying in the dark
behind an old oak tree
I went to see if I could help her
but found that it was not a woman standing there
instead it was a fallen angel

Fallen angel what has happened to you
where are your glowing blue eyes
now they are down cast and gray
and full of shame and sadness
your face no longer shines like small sun
instead it is tear stained and very pale
glowing dimly like a moon through thin clouds

Your wings are no longer white and strong
no longer able to carry you up to where you belong
a mass of scabs and scars now on your back
hanging limply from both your shoulders

Your hair no longer long and lovely
the fine tresses tumbling gently
over your broad shoulders and down your back
with a fine golden halo floating on the top
now it’s just a sad tangled mess plastered to your head
your circlet has all melted and burnt away

Your clothes were once white and pure
now are tattered and torn
no longer a fine gown
now it barely covers you properly
reduced to mere rags
covered in blood seeping from many wounds

Fallen angel I care not why you were cast out
let me take you to my home
a place of shelter and refuge for now
allow me to bathe and patch up all your hurts
I will give you clothes and comb out your hair
what little I have I will share with you
until it is time for you to rise again