The Fallen Fairy

The fallen fairy,
a dark angel,
pushed from her place on high.

She stands on earth and weeps
for what she used to know.

Her midnight black hair
falls in ebony waves
past her shoulders
to her waist.

Her ebony wings,
once  white as a dove's feather,
hang loosely from her back.

And her eyes, the eyes that once glowed
with happiness and joy at living,
are now dripping with salty tears
from her past wounds.

She sits in the darkness,
yearning to be part
of the bustling civilization
that lives within the world.

But she cannot move,
she cannot rejoin
the world that kicked her out so cruelly.

So the fallen fairy,
a dark angel,
sits and watches
the world go by.