Glorious things can often be dangerous.
She was an angel with a devilish twist.
She had a rebellious gleam in her eyes,
That held the secrets of fallen empires.
Her hair glowed of ashes,
From fires that were her creations.
Jealousy fueling a never ending longing,
A want of freedom that was so unattainable.
She has no apologies for her abandonment.
The earth is a playground for her taking now.
She no longer weeps for the perfection of free will,
Because some angels are simply fated to be fallen.
Author notes
would love to be your Fallen Angel.
ap name: corrupt angel
A contest entry
- I want an AP family by DancingRain1692.
450 points, ended June 17, 2008, 6 entries
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I just love this thanks
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Mischivious and wickedly delicious! I like the description. She was an angel with a devilish twist. Good luck in the contest!
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