AN: Found some poetry from when I was 12.
A village clouded in darkness,
Tears stain her face,
Feathers call from her midnight black wings.
A fallen angel of such beauty,
Confused why heaven won't take her back.
Fallen Angel
AN: Found some poetry from when I was 12.
A village clouded in darkness,
Tears stain her face,
Feathers call from her midnight black wings.
A fallen angel of such beauty,
Confused why heaven won't take her back.