Fallen Glory.

Fallen from the skies above.
Fallen for a sinful love.
How can a kiss be such a sin?
Her old life is over, so her new must begin.
Her lips of blood, her tearstained face,
badges of her fall from grace.

She once was a beauty of sensual powers,
now she sits alone, counting the hours.

She made a mistake for which she must pay,
she feels sorrow, remorse, regret, every second, every day.

Her purity she willingly sold,
her wings of this tale told;
blacker than pitch, blacker than sin,
all because of the love she was in.

Close your eyes
and lend yourself to her story.
Listen to her weep of
Fallen Glory.

Author's Note

I'm new.
Thanks for reading.
I appreciate it.
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