Fallen

My halo is cracked...

Massive white wings turn grey then black, his halo cracks, as he gives into temptation, good to evil, dark eyes are the windows to his soul, no longer a guardian but a predator, tears fall from the heavens, as his brothers weep for him, a fallen angel

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[Samuel Dickens]

It can happen to most of us, I think. Circumstances can twist one's sense of right and wrong and cause us to stray from what we know is right. Hopefully with age and wisdom, we learn to resist.