Fallen Angel

stunning princess, bathed in gold
hers to treasure, yours to hold
her arms around you, her secret sin
knowing now, she could not win

bowed in prayer, truth benign
she somehow crossed the broken line
her gossamer wings and hourglass waist
give him just a fleeting taste

he cannot fly, though his wings are intact
his body is still, he cannot react
though worshipping arms hold him tight
he knows now he cannot fight

ashes to ashes, gold to rust
imperial dreams turned to dust
his arms seek her reassuring heat
made by a heart, that can no longer beat

he fell so quickly, he somehow forgot
though he knew he would never be caught
until she came..who is she?
a beautiful angel..much higher than he.

her eyes are closed, she can't see his shame
though his hearts pained longing calls her by name
posed there forever, encased in time
her hopes for him real, and sublime