Fallen Angel V

 

In the moonlit shadows' embrace,

A fallen angel finds her place,

Her wings, a tangle of darkened quills,

Whisper of celestial disgraced.

Her hair of midnight's deepest shade,

Adorns a face both fair and pained,

Eyes swirling with the storm's turmoil,

Reveal the secrets she's contained.

Along the dusk's uncertain path,

A phantom's grace, she dances free,

Her gown, a symphony of shades,

Unravels in the dark's decree.

A presence captivating, stern,

Resonates with unyielding might,

Her form, both tender and steadfast,

Illuminates the somber night.

Within her grasp, a shining blade,

A relic of her past so bright,

A bittersweet reminder clings,

To memories of heavenly light.

A glimmer of hope, softly stirs,

As she seeks solace, to regain,

Her heart, a fragile vessel bears,

The weight of love and shadows' reign.

In this story of tender strife,

Where despair and solace entwine,

The fallen angel dreams of mending,

Her fractured fate and grace divine.