The wings once bright as a rainbows glow
become as ash
broken, torn, blacked and old
terror filled skies,
no longer blue
the yellows, greens, the rainbows hue
gone now from this beautiful world
to the ashes of Hades
the River Styx, the dog Cerberus
all now hold the Broken Angel Wings
Time for the fairy bright
to come to the realm of old
Elven nights, pixie delights
settling into the green fields
soft petals of the daisy's
creatures playing in the daylight
fay at night
testing waters bright and blue
coming out in the morning dew
Her wings now singed and old
time for this to trans-fold
time for the fairy death
in her world of old
where is she goes after this
no one can tell you
some say that the Broken Angel Wings
hold them all so dear.
Broken Angel Wings now all gone
in a world gone array
dawn faded to dark
goodbye to the angel
that was once such a dear
no more longing to hold each near
holding on to the night now here
Heaven does not come for her
Hell is but a joke
Underworld is here.
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