Poets of the Fall

Legends of the fall...

Ascension

Descending.

Life and death.

Falling all about me.

It is raining angels.

They are all crying.

Moaning from their hearts.

Never before disconnected.

Never out of grace.

Until...

Tbe fall.

If it could be undone would they?

If it could be won would they?

At what price is heaven forgotten?

Among the ancient ruins,

Where the wild dogs roam.

A single tear from heaven,

Fell onto the wild place.

and made a crystal cavern.

Where they can go and pray.

So the angels of the fall.

Not all forgotten.

Not all thrown away.

In the end it will be remembered.

What happened that awful day.

Reviews

[Falcon1]

Understandably a wonderful write It has meaning it has strife it has the fallen right the fallen angels show their strength then pass their way but once then gone for good.

Enjoyed reading such a write creative and showing right from wrong.

[Einstein Noodle]

it terrifies me to think of "the fall" .. when Jesus cried from the cross "Father why have you forsaken me" such anguish can not be known by mankind ..it is too great ..and what horror in the end if it should be our choice to take the devils path instead of the light .. how horribly undone we would be :((( your poem sets me to prayer ...so thank you ..and i am so happy to see you posting anew!!
E.