Falling From Grace
Angel wings
That no longer work
Discarded things
In the past they lurk
Falling from Heaven
From grace
From the circle of now eleven
No longer draped in silk and lace
Angel wings
No longer needed
Back to the puppet strings
That are beaded
Falling from Heaven
From grace
From the circle of now eleven
No longer draped in silk and lace
Xavier Wildefyre
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