Angels Tears

poem about a fallen angel

Angel’s tears

As an angel falls and their wings do beat.

The devil cries, for her he wants to keep.

Her heart is pure, her faith is rare.

He sees the pain, he sees the fear.

The angel’s tears are pure and clear.

He wants the angel, he wants her close.

 

Angel’s tears so fair and free. 

His soul is so dark, her heart is so pure.

Her darkest fear he keeps to hold.

As she falls from heavens grace.

Her heart is taken to the fear fill place.

 

Cold and dark her soul becomes.

Alone and helpless, she fears the turn.

Her heart is cold her heart unloved.

A lover’s arms she longs, she yurns.

But once again the feeling returns.

 

The angels tears that fall.

Are the purest ones of all.

Lost in time, or lost in fear.

It doesn’t matter, she can not hear.

The sound of angel’s tears.

Reviews

[Thorn]

This is nice.
But I did pick up a few grammatical errors, however.
Still, good job!

[Twilight]

This is simply lovely, darkangel! And, rather nicely presented? However, I wonder if this writer experiments with other genres or themes, sometimes?