I saw an angel
A being of light
With blinding feathers
Sweeping wings behind it
To carry her on the breeze

I saw her fall
Plummeting to the ground
Wings in tatters
A bloody mess
Unable to carry her

I saw her helpless
Bleeding from the shoulders
Where her wings had been
Tears scald her face
Streaking down her cheeks

I saw the tears
Burning red marks
From eyes to lips
Mark her face
With anger and sorrow

I saw an angel
Die a violent death
A death of pain
A pain of torment
That angel was me

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Ouch! Happy, isn't it? Oh well, I wrote this a while ago, along with the Bitterness Creature one. shrugs what can I say? I wasn't happy. But I'll put on Happy Poems as soon as I can find them... I'm hoping I haven't lost them... (And so begins a long and desperate search)...

Again, this is different from my usual style (None of my beloved Rhyme for starters!) But I'll rhyme stuff again; I just wanted this concept... So... What da ya think? It was written in a more emotional many, just the images from my mind onto the paper; I'd barely call it a poem, but I don't know... do you?