The last of the Angels: Angel Undone

By poetryman69

In the end the Angel folded her wings

and let her body fall through the cold air toward cruel stone

till at last she sparks and catches flame and crashes down into a turbulent sea

hair ablaze shedding burning feathers the color of a thousand sunsets

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