Fallen

The new life of a fallen angel.

A single raindrop falls,

soon to be followed by many

others as well. The night sky is

thick with clouds the color of

black smoke. Rain pounds...hard,

drops off of the leaves of plants.

Crickets quiet in the night.

They sense something's about to

happen.

 

The clouds suddenly part for

one single moment. A ray of

dim light shines down. A

figure floats slowly, hovering

towards the ground. A

 girl whose mane of thick

ebony hair floats around her

head as a heavenly pillow.

Her bangs fall gently over her

eyes, getting caught in her

lovely, long lashes.

 

Her dress is as black as

the night, if not darker, Strings

tied together at both shoulders

hold steady the long, fingerless

gloves to her sleeveless dress.

Her tutu-like skirt billows out

from under her.

 

Her face is calm and quiet,

as if she's peacefully dreaming...

except for the guilty and

troubled expression spread across

it. Her beautiful and glossy

raven-like wings are half-

folded underneath her back.

Her arms hang out loosely

by her sides. A dark aura

of mystery surrounds this poor,

poor creature.

 

Finally, she falls onto the

ground slowly, but gently. For

a few moments all is silent as

she begins to flutter her

eyes open. She darts her eyes

around curiously, yet

worriedly. She places her hands

firmly on the ground and

sits up. She glances around at

her wings and dress.

 

Who...who am I? Where am I?

Where did I come from? I

remember something...vaguely...I

wish I knew. It's so hard to

understand.

 

Standing up, she walks around,

wobbling ever so slightly. She has

no idea where she's headed.

The rain drenches her; she

barely notices because she's

in tears.

 

This sad and lonely angel

finds herself in an alley.

Rain is falling fast and

hard. She drops to her

knees and howls into

the night through a sea

of tears mix and

blend with the salty

rain.

 

She hugs her knees

against her chest while

sitting against a cold, wet

brick wall.

 

I'm so...so lonely...who

am I? Where do I belong?

I remember a faint name...A...

Amaya...Amaya...that's my

name...I remember blood...

blood...and sweat...

 

Her tears drop...unlike human

tears, they're a black liquid.

They stain the water, polluting it

and mixing with it. Amaya

continues to cry in the

dark rain, awaiting her

purpose in the depths of the

loneliness and darkness of

her heart.