The Angel’s Tomb.

The angel fell. She fell so hard. Straight from the skies and crashing into the cold bitter earth below. She fell and there she laid on the dirt that covered her once innocent wings. The grass that beaded its spiky splinters between her feathers and laid to seed under her white rosed blossomed skin. Vines that grew from the seeds and chained her fragile broken body to the earth. Weeds grew around her covering her hazel green eyes. Blinding the angel from the darkness that would consume her. Blinding her from her fate and from the horror that would descend on her. Her chest would heave with each slightly distorted breath she was to take. Her heart beating against the vines that held her in their grip. Tears that watered the weeds that blinded her from her destiny and burned her white rosed cheeks. The blackened beetles that emerged from the soil below and made her lips quiver as they made their way to their new home. The acid vile that burned her throat as the beetles set to work. Now here she lye’s in her final moments following the last breath she will ever take. The last time her heart will beat against these vines. The last tear she shall ever shed and the last quiver that will ever flow from her.

The angel that fell falls once again into the darkness. Till where she lays to rest between the weeds and the vines never again to fly or be free. There she lye’s to rest in her angels tomb.