A Fallen Angel

Up high she flew
     Up with the ravens
Flying high
     Knowing no rules
Free

Until the day she saw him
     The raven in a wolf's form
Lost and fallen
     Fighting the deamons
Hurt

She swooped down
     Injured the deamons
Scared them off
     Rescued the fallen
Healed

But she too had suffered
     Her wings were torn
No longer flying
     She was like the rescued
Fallen

The wolf, now tame
     Stayed with the angel
Always there, never left
     Licked her wounds clean
Loved
 

Author's Note

This is what I do at 3 in the morning when I should be sleeping... It's never the greatest when I write then, but oh well.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

I wish I could write like this at 3 in the morning, great imagery and a wonderful poem.

[Xanthar]

Interesting piece. Love the physical movement in the words. Strong imagery as well. I also ejoyed the sacred language used. Gave it a more striking tone. Reminds me a bit of Geronimo's historical pieces. I might try to define your imagery within the story. Like the significance of the animals used. I truly enjoyed reading it, and I'll be back for more.
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[D.L. Simmons]

this is a striking poem, a little rough around the edges but definitely grabs you. :)
good work Reese :D