Fallen Angel

Break off my wings and file back the stumps there is no angel here only a broken body struggling to hold back the tide of adversity that seeks to overcome all.

An ancient halo is bent, rusted, broken offering no protection from the demons of disaster.

My sword was lost in the battles of forever before. It’s glowing light faded then a blade blunted and chipped was finally dragged from my hand by the craterous hide of a charging monster.

Collapsing here, this being remembers fullness of light, remembers the feeling of victory, recalls the power of the invisible army at my back.

(2 November 2015)


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