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She wept when she fell
All these stories she could tell
Black winged descent
Into the solitude
The separation
That is hell
She covered her face
No mercy to embrace
Fallen creature
Perfect avatar
For humanity
For our race
There were angels in those days
They fell to earth so many ways
It might be that we could fly
To take their place
She wept when she fell
I knew her heart too well
I couldn’t rise above
My own black soul
And so we stood
But stood apart
In perfect hell
(c ) Helen Valentina 2017
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Liked this Helen. I’m currently reading “The Fall of Lillith,” by Vashti Q. It is a story about the angel rebellion against God. You might like it too.
Thanks John, I will check it out. 🙂
🙂
Beautiful…truly is.
Thanks so much! 🙂
You’re welcome!
Reblogged this on Mnemosyne and commented:
“The bright stars of morning. The children of Lucifer, the most beautiful of all God’s angels. We are so much lovelier when we fall.”
(City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare)