Fallen Angel
by Chione

Wings mangled and broken,
Bent at an odd angle.
Crimson stains,
Mar your golden hands.
The hands of a Fallen Angel.

Breathing shallow and harsh,
Cold ground beneath,
Glistening tears flow from your eyes,
You've descended from the skies.
A Fallen Angel.

Innocent eyes gleam in your mind,
Eyes that haunt your dreams,
Your every waking moment.
Not the eyes of those you've killed,
But the eyes of those you will.

A poem I wrote several years ago, I just stumbled across it in my folder and thought what the hell? It's from the point of view of my character Anastasia, or Ana, about her soulmate, Jakob.