Fallen from the heavens I was born onto this earth.
With a sparkling tear caressing my eye I embrace my transition. Slowly treading the clouds with my golden feet I whisper farewell into the folds of a star. I hear my wings start to break and the Angels mourn my departure. They close their eyes as my sighs grow distant. A sacrifice that had to be made. One that nobody dares to question.
I stand at the edge of Beyond and brace myself for the journey ahead.
I start to weep as Temptation grips me and attempts to force me to steal a glance at what I am leaving behind.
But I can't, it is hard enough as it is.
I let myself fall.
The World quakes as I land with a frightening crash.
Heavy Silence.
Where are the helping hands that wish to aid me?
My legs tremble as I try for the first time to solitarily pull myself up.
A raped virgin.
My back burns intensely from the pain of losing my once beautiful wings.
But my heart burns more ferociously.
Terrified I stand. I look around with trusting eyes, looking for a sign of beauty. But what I see is destruction of all magnitudes.
Why has hope abandoned this Land?
My feet start to move.
Slowly treading the pools of blood with my cracked feet I whisper hello into the shades of the lonesome night.
The air itself is tainted. Poisonous inhalation that slaughters at every ounce of innocence.
I start to run. People become a blur of contaminated auras. I want to scream. But my voice fails me. I am choking.
Beauty. Amidst the crowds of corruption. I suddenly halt.
I am drawn to it.
The Beautiful is in need, I give with no caution.
My all has become theirs. My pain is discarded for a moment.
I love The Beautiful.
I wait for return, but left dry I am.
Suddenly I look closer.
The surface is cracked.
The Beautiful is flawed with greed and selfishness.
The core does not live up to the facade.
Betrayed, fooled, ignorant. That is all that I am at this instant of revelation.
They are dead from the inside.
I step back, my pain striking me with the fist of abrupt return.
Betrayed.
The Beautiful has stabbed my back, tearing open the old wounds that my wings have left behind.
A sudden yearning to return to where I came from overwhelms me and I fall to my knees.
I cannot fly. There's no way back.
I look around me.
A forest of burnt trees. Acid rain twinkling as it eats away at stone. Gray clouds torn open with the anger of the universe striking mankind. Death.
I have become ashamed of what I am.
Purity interpreted as ignorance.
Love mistaken for vulnerability.
Strength thought of as weakness.
What happened to this place to make it so hideously sinister?
I shouldn't be ashamed. Shame on this world that makes the good feel like they don't belong.
I will not allow myself to transform to survive.
Fatality is welcome more than evil will ever be.
I am the Fairness that pays the price
I am the soul destined to suffer.
So be it.
My knees dig into the blackened earth and my tears fail to nourish the murdered grass.
And then out of nowhere, brilliance attacks the skies and I feel the earth shudder under my touch.
I look up, and there it is.
A helping hand from another Fallen Angel.
"You Are Not Alone."