Thursday, November 1, 2012

Fallen Angel

God placed his hand upon the angel's head, ever so gently.

"Where's thy wings, my child?"

"Consumed by the fire, Father."

"And where is thy halo?"

"Snatched by mine enemies."

"And where is thy heart?"

"Buried beneath the ashes."

"And what would thou have me do then?"

"Take what is left of mine soul and let me fly once more. But leave mine heart, for it is broken and of no use to me anymore."

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