i recognized him as a fallen angel
from the singed tips
of his still smoking wings,
a broken halo
lying on the ground
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the angel turned his head
and i could see the anguish in his eyes
no need for words to be spoken
nothing i could do to help
his banishment was final
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ah, my love, my fallen angel
i wish that i could heal
your wounded heart
what sin did you commit, i wonder
to be exiled from heaven?
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This is today’s One Shot post for One Stop Poetry.
my heart's love songs 
oh such a beautiful poem…I can imagine the singed wing tips vividly.
thank you so much for the kindness of your comment. it is such a wonderful compliment to feel that the imagery came across.
I don’t know if you can comfort someone who’s completely separated from God. Interesting piece.
thank you for your comment. i agree. there would be no comfort.
Love the crash landing in the opening stanza. Poor angel. At least he has you!
{smile} i’d imagine being thrown out of heaven would end in a rather bumpy landing. happy you liked it. thank you for visiting and commenting. i will be off to your blog shortly. ♥♥♥
Excellent, perfect work.
wow! thank you, Steve. i really appreciate your comment and for visiting. <3
A great question to ponder at the end after describing such a fall and crash. With anguished eyes, something big time went wrong. Well done!
thank you, Adam. i really appreciate the compliment and for you visiting. happy holidays!
do you know the tale of skellig…this was a wonderful poem…thanks for sharing…pete
thank you for the kind compliment and for visiting. i googled skellig ~ i will have to read the book. cheers!