5Silver planes crashing into twin peaks of iron and cement.
A thousand screams ring out and then are silenced by the piercing yell of Death.
A regular day shattered by an attack on Life.
Running, Screaming, Yelling, Terrified.
Emotions brinking the primal instinct to stay alive.
Though some did not listen to that and ran to help strangers,
ones they did not know.
As escaping beings ran The Twins were felled
and crashed into the streets below.
Fallen Angels do not necessarily have to come from heaven,
nor do they need to be in the sky.
All those who were forcibly taken before their time are Fallen Angels.
Our Fallen Angels.
Now on Silver wings they fly up to heaven above,
though not visible to the naked eye,
our Fallen Angels now Fly.
By: Elentari Manwe
"In Memory of 9/11/01"