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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
i saw the anguish in his eyes
no need for words
nothing i could do
his banishment was final
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ah, my love, my fallen angel
would that i could
heal your wounded heart
what sin did you commit, i wonder,
to be exiled from Heaven?
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did you realize
you were standing at the crossroads?
was this your solitary crime?
or had you been warned not to continue
along your path to self-destruction?
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i hear your silent lament
your wretched soul
looking for salvation
too late…. too late….
your banishment was final
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ah, my love, my fallen angel
if it were within my power
to gift you with innocence
would you so desire?
flying straight to Heaven
without a thought
for mankind?
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mayhap a truer gift
would be a life here
on Earth
with me
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the first three verses were originally posted 22 December 2010 and the remainder was written for the posting 21 December 2011 { and now revised slightly }
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artwork ~ “First Christmas Tree” Florence Storer
{ public domain }
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