Fallen

a poem about the Fallen light bringer

Fragmented memories echo through forgotten halls

as melancholic winds stir the dying leaves of Fall.

The evening sky blooms a pale dawn

as Lucifer fell into the Earth's yawn.

Author's Note

I posted this on here before but wasn't quite sure if I liked it...but meh, it deserves to be up with the rest of my crap ;P

Reviews

[Max Hernz]

I'd love to read more, maybe humanise Lucifer? Or maybe don't, too many people do that already... just a thought.

[Katrina Mckeown]

I like it, the meaning i get , that earth is tired of satins/lucifers games...lol