The Fallen
The Fallen
The original poem was 13 stanzas... but I didn't want to bore you 
This is the condensed version:
It's about fallen angels if you haven't noticed. It's my theme for the next few weeks... or years. I have a picture I'm working on in Photoshop, but it's not ready yet. I'm going to use it for a sig.
Thanks for reading! (Credits to me)
P.S. The last four lines aren't supposed to follow the rhyme scheme. I put them in as a sort of epilogue.
This is the condensed version:
The Fallen
From sky we fell
From sky we flew
Now on this land
We start anew
The wreaths that shone
Upon our heads
Have lost their light
And now are dead
In sky we lived
In sky we loved
But now we lay
Alone... Unloved
Our once pure hearts
Are dark and cold
But we still dream
Of our land of old
When sky was dark
When night had come
We felt alive
We lived as one
But we are lost
We laugh no more
We're damned to search
This cursed shore
We have fallen
We are exiled
We are lost...
But we are free
From sky we fell
From sky we flew
Now on this land
We start anew
The wreaths that shone
Upon our heads
Have lost their light
And now are dead
In sky we lived
In sky we loved
But now we lay
Alone... Unloved
Our once pure hearts
Are dark and cold
But we still dream
Of our land of old
When sky was dark
When night had come
We felt alive
We lived as one
But we are lost
We laugh no more
We're damned to search
This cursed shore
We have fallen
We are exiled
We are lost...
But we are free
Thanks for reading! (Credits to me)
P.S. The last four lines aren't supposed to follow the rhyme scheme. I put them in as a sort of epilogue.