A black tear
rolling down
the white face
of a beautiful being
Her once radiant white wings
now stained black
burnt in her decent
falling apart
The crater she stands in
covered in black feathers
the ground twisted by her fall
left in the cold
A warm hand wipes the tear
loving arms hold her waist
healing her pain
ignoring his own
A dragon
holding a dragon
a vampire
loving a juggalette
a fallen angel
My fallen angel
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