he fell and hit the ground his white wings shredded and torn
hed been cast as a traitor
hed been sent as a fallen
he looks at the moon and the syth in his hands
he knew what he must now do. twas time for him to move
he was now the one to strike for when they cast him
they gave him promission to go ahead and start the war.
he had been called on now
what the didnt know.
was he had been keeping score
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem