Are you one of us? Do you know what we've been through? Did you fall from Grace? As you fell, did your yellow halo crack and fall, shattering on the ground? Falling through the air, did your pure white wings turn gray, eventually turning black as you neared the ground?
We are the Fallen. We strive to protect the Others. We were the Protectors of Grace. As we fell, we realize something, or feel it. Our minds and hearts become darker, or vision dims. The beautiful colors we once saw, darkened. As we fell, we lost our sense of emotion, except our protectiveness. As we fell, our friends left, some of our loved ones stayed. We lose our sense of trust, only trusting a handful of people. We protect those we trust. We will hurt to make sure the Others don't hurt for us.
So let me ask you again, ARE YOU ONE OF US?
{Are you one of the Fallen? Are you one of the Others? I don't know, it depends on you. So this A/N is to clear some things up. The Fallen are Fallen angels. The Others are the 'humans' or the people we trust. Grace is Heaven, but of Greek culture. Be one of the Fallen, and I'll protect you. Be one of the Others, and I'll make sure you won't become one of the Fallen. Until next time, my pack}
~TheWolvesDen~
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems and quotes from a time in a teenager's life when she thought she had nothing. In reality, the world had given her everything she had ever wanted; a family, a lover, a friend. She's no longer there, not anymore, but she...
